Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is, When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. And here have I the daintiness of ear To cheque time broke in a disorder'd string; But for the concord of my state and time Had not an ear to hear my true time broke. I wasted time, and now doth time waste me ; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.
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Acts 1:15:
In those days Peter stood up among the believers (a group numbering about a hundred and twenty)
(NIV)
Now on one of those days Peter arose among the brethren, the whole number of whom gathered together was about a hundred and twenty.
(AMP)
And in those days Peter stood up in the midst of the disciples, and said, (the number of names together were about an hundred and twenty,)
(KJV)
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