Time's stern tide, with cold Oblivion's wave, Shall soon dissolve each fair, each fading charm.

Charm them with your presence as soon as they look at you.

The fool attempts to predict the next big wave while ignoring the tide.

Claims fell because the initial wave of job losses after Sept. 11th is fading.

Make haste! The tide of Fortune soon ebbs.

To what derision should I be exposed from a thousand quarters!- An unlearned female entering the lists of criticism against the mighty Johnson!