Opportunity

Bald, naked, of a human shape, With fleet wings ready to escape, Upon a razor's edge his toes, And lock that on his forehead grows- Him hold, when seized, for goodness' sake For Jove himself cannot retake The fugitive when once he's gone. The picture that we here have drawn Is Opportunity so brief.- The ancients, in a bas-relief, Thus made an effigy of Time, That every one might use their prime; Nor e'er impede, by dull delay, Th' effectual business of to-day.