How much hard work and play

How many a night and day,

How many an anxious hour

Will steady time devour?

How many dozen scores

Of times to dress and eat,

To shut and open doors,

Of time to leave and meet

My many well-loved friends,

Of Times to start anew,

Repeat the things I do

And reach unwelcome ends,

Shall I see come and go

And mingle in their flow,

Before that final far-off lick

That finishes this shaving-stick?