"May the gods ruin the fellow who first invented hours, and moreover the one who first set up a sundial here; poor me, he tore Day to pieces for me, limb by limb!
When I was a boy, Belly was your only sundial, and by far the best and truest of them all. When he reminded you, you’d eat, unless there was nothing there.
Now even when there is something there one doesn’t eat, unless Sun sees fit.
What’s more, the town is now so full of sundials, the majority of the population creep around dry from hunger."
The Boeotian Woman, 250BC, Almost certainly by Plautus, mostly lost media.