Quotes from William Shakespeare

The extreme parts of time extremely forms all causes to the purpose of his speed.

Time ... thou ceaseless lackey to eternity.

Time be thine, And thy best graces spend it at thy will.

See the minutes, how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.

Thus we play the fool with the time and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.

So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant And breathe short-winded accents of new broils To be commenced in stronds afar remote.

The old folk, time's doting chronicles.

Say, what abridgement have you for this evening? What masque, what music? How shall we beguile The lazy time if not with some delight?

The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause.

The fittest time to corrupt a man's wife is when she's fallen out with her husband.

O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?

This act is an ancient tale new told; And, in the last repeating, troublesome, Being urged at a time unseasonable.

Now the time is come, That France must veil her lofty-plumed crest, And let her head fall into England's lap.

Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?

My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.

What Time hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit.

What, keep a week away? Seven days and nights, Eightscore-eight hours, and lovers' absent hours More tedious than the dial eightscore times! O weary reckoning!

Time is a very bankrupt and owes more than he's worth to season. Nay, he's a thief too: have you not heard men say, That Time comes stealing on by night and day?

Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow, And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow; Thou canst help time to furrow me with age, But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage.

No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change.

I am now of all humors that have showed themselves humors since the old days of goodman Adam to the pupil age of this present twelve o'clock at midnight.

I that please some, try all, both joy and terror Of good and bad, that makes and unfolds error.

Passion lends them power, time means to meet, tempering extremities with extremes sweet.

Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try.