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Time: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations

I,-that please some, try all; both joy, and terror, Of good and bad; that make, and unfold error.— W.T. iv. chorus

Cormorant devouring time.— L. L. i. 1

What's past, and what's to come, is strew'd with husks, And formless ruin of oblivion.— T. C. iv. 5

Let me pass:- The same I am, ere antient order was, Or what is now receiv'd. I witness to The times that brought them in; so shall I do To the freshest things now reigning, and make stale The glistering of this present.— W.T. iv. chorus

Beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time.— T. C. iii. 3.

Come what come may, Time and the hour run through the roughest day. M. i. 3. It is in my power To o'erthrow law, and in one self-born hour, To plant and o'erwhelm custom.— W.T. iv. chorus.

What's past is prologue.— T. ii. 1

Well, thus we play the fools with the time; and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.— H. IV. PT. II. ii. 2.

Let's take the instant by the forward top; For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees The inaudible and noiseless foot of time Steals ere we can effect them. 4. W. v.3 It is ten o'clock; Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags: 'Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine; And after an hour more, 'twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot, and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.— 4. V. ii. 7.

O, the mad days that I have spent! and to see how many of mine old acquaintance are deadl H. IV. PT. II. iii. 2. Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. He ambles with a priest that lacks Latin, and a rich man that hath not the gout: for the one sleeps easily, because he cannot study; and the other lives merrily, because he feels no pain: the one lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning; the other knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury: These time ambles withal. He trots hard with a young maid, between the contract of her marriage, and the day it is solemnized: if the interim be but a se'nnight, time's pace is so hard, that it seems the length of seven years. He gallops with a thief to the gallows: for though he goes as softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon there. He stays still with lawyers in the vacation: for they sleep between term and term, and then they perceive not how time moves.— A.Y. iii 2.

She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word.- To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury Signifying nothing.— M. 5.

Time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop.— H.IV. PT. I. v. 4.

Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phœbus' mansion; such a waggoner As Phaeton would whip you to the west, And bring in cloudy night immediately.— R. J. iii. 2.

Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither: Ripeness is all.— K. L v. 2.

The extreme parts of time extremely form All causes to the purpose of his speed; And often, at his very loose, decides That which long process could not arbitrate.— L. L. v. 2

Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides.— K. L. 1. 1.

Old Time, the clock setter, that bald sexton, Time, Is it as he will?— K. J. iii. 1.

We are Time's subjects, and Time bids be gone.— H. IV. PT. II. i. 3.

Time is like a fashionable host, That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand; . And with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.— T. C. iii. 3.

Time is a very bankrupt, and owes more than he's worth he's worth to season.— C. E. iv. 2.

The clock upbraids me with the waste of time. T. N. iii.— T. N. iii. 1.

How sour sweet music is When time is broke, and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of our lives.— R. II. v. 5.

And Decay

The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show, Of mouthed graves will give thee memory, Thou by thy dial's shady stealth maiest know, Time's thievish progress to eternity. Poems Not know my voice! O, time's extremity! Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poor tongue. In seven short years, that here my only son Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares? Though now this grained face of mine be hid In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, And all the conduits of my blood froze up; Yet hath my night of life some memory, My wasting lamp some fading glimmer left, My dull deaf ears a little use to hear.— C. E. v. 1.

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.— R. II. v. 5.

Oh, grief hath chang'd me since you saw me last, And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand Have written strange defeatures in my face.— C. E. V. 1.

Time Server

Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul, That apprehends no farther than this world, And squar'st thy life according.— M. M. v. 1.

The devil a puritan is he, or any thing constantly, but a time-pleaser.— T. N. ii. 3

Time Tries Offenders

Well, Time is the old justice that examines all such cffenders, and let Time try.— A. P. iv. 1.