Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime. . .
But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near. . .
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
--Andrew Marvell, "To His Coy Mistress"
IN THE MATTER OF TRENT LOTT, time's winged chariot has surely arrived. Now's the time for his Republican colleagues, and the president, to "roll all [their] strength . . .