Too late I stayed,—forgive the crime!

Unheeded flew the hours;

How noiseless falls the foot of time

That only treads on flowers.

William Robert Spencer (1770-1834): Lines to Lady A. Hamilton.

Too low they build, who build beneath the stars.

Edward Young (1684-1765): Night Thoughts. Night viii. Line 215.

With too much quickness ever to be taught;

With too much thinking to have common thought.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 97.

They are too thin and bare to hide offences.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3.