Quotes from William Shakespeare

How long a time lies in one little word?

I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.

Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.

The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!

The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it.

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.

Nature does require her time of preservation, which perforce, I her frail son amongst my brethren mortal, must give my attendance to.

So our virtues lie in the interpretation of the time

The time is out of joint.

Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. I wasted time and now doth time waste me.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.

Come now, what masques, what dances shall we have To wear away this long age of three hours Between our after-supper and bedtime?

Time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arm outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer.

The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.

What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time?

Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.

To beguile the time, look like the time.

To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.

The private wound is deepest. O time most accurst, 'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst!

Promising is the very air o' the time; it opens the eyes of expectation.

And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, As patches set upon a little breach, Discredit more in hiding of the fault Than did the fault before it was so patch'd.

Waste not thy time in windy argument but let the matter drop.

And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags."

Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven, shall behold the night of our solemnities.