I live by the clock.
It is wearing, I grant you;
For lost minutes mock
And delays always haunt you.

You cannot repair
A duty neglected,
Have little to spare
For a call unexpected,

Find leisure unknown,
Ever live in a flurry,
Must labor alone,
May die in a hurry.

All this I perceive,
The wise it should shock;
But I really believe
I was born by the clock.