Andrew Marvell said this quote

But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long-preserved virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust; The grave’s a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.

~ Andrew Marvell

But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near

~ Andrew Marvell

Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love’s day.

~ Andrew Marvell

Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.

~ Andrew Marvell