world without end

This is what Shakespeare would call a world-without-end process.

Thou hast plumb squared the reckonin' fer all my sins, past and ter come, world without end.

We thought she'd be pure gold, an' a hundred feet wide an' go on, world without end.

But the Sister had just before been showing me her tusks again, and being possessed with a fury, I gave it him world without end.

As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be: world without end.