Which cannot be better exemplified than by the following lines:

–––– «Time lays his hand
On pyramids of brass, and ruins quite
What all the fond artificers did think
Immortal workmanship. He sends his worms
To books, to old records, and they devour
Th' inscriptions; he loves ingratitude,
For he destroys the memory of man».

Time brings all things to light. Truth has therefore been called the daughter of Time, or as the Spaniards say, of God, "la verdad es hija de Dios"; the wicked man hence knows no peace, but lives in perpetual fear that time, the great revealer of secrets, should tear off the veil that hides his crimes and shew him in his true colours. But time also overturns and destroys every thing, and takes away even the memory of them.