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William Hazlitt

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Horus non numero nisi serenas (I count only the hours that are serene.) is the motto of a sundial near Venice. There is a softness and a harmony in the words and in the thought unparalleled.
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"On a Sun-Dial" (New Monthly Magazine, October 1827)

 
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