They play and fool away their precious time – Thomas Brooks

Think on the brevity, shortness, and preciousness of time.

Time is so precious a thing, that mountains of gold and rocks of pearl, cannot redeem one lost moment!

Ah, what a precious commodity would time be in hell, where for one day to repent, yes, for one hour to seek after holiness a man would give ten thousand worlds, were they in his hands to dispose of.

Time is so costly a jewel that few know how to value it and prize it at a due rate. Most are lavishly and profusely wasteful of that precious time which is their greatest interest to redeem! Time is a precious talent, yet most trifle away, play away, idle away, yes, grossly sin away their precious time! They play and fool away their precious time, until the candle of life goes out, and then they go to their graves in sorrow, yes, then go to hell in the dark!

He who makes no conscience of trifling away his precious time, shall one day experience the terribleness of eternal darkness.

The poets paint time with wings to show the rapidity and swiftness of it. O sirs, if the sense of the brevity, shortness, and preciousness of time did but lie in its full weight upon your spirits, it would certainly put you upon a speedy and earnest pursuit after holiness!