revisit.

pertaining to the entry on goodbye.

Time wasteth years, and months, and days, and hours
Time doth consume fame, honour, wit and strength
Time kills the greenest herbs and sweetest flowers
Time wears out youth and beauty's looks at length
Time doth convey to ground both foe and friend
And each thing else but love, which hath no end
Time maketh every tree to die and rot
Time turneth oft our pleasures into pain
Time causeth wars and wrongs to be forgot
Time clears the sky, which first hung full of rain
Time makes an end of all humane desire
But only this, which sets my heart on fire
Time turneth into nought each princely state
Time brings a flood from new resolved snow
Time calms the sea where tempest was of late
Time eats whate'er the moon can see below;
And yet no time prevails in my behove
Nor any time can make me cease to live

Thomas Watson

get the one in bold into your head, bloody superficial people.