TIME
There's a time for all things.
The time is out of joint.
Time, that takes survey of all the world,
Must have a stop.
Henry IV. Pt. I. Act V. Sc. 4. L. 82.
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.
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 25.
So many hours must I take my rest;
So many hours must I contemplate.
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 32.
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| text = <poem>Minutes, hours, days, months, and years,
Pass'd over to the end they were created,
Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Ah, what a life were this!
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 35.
Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides;
Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
King Lear. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 283.
Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 146.
'Gainst the tooth of time
And razure of oblivion.
We should hold day with the Antipodes,
If you would walk in absence of the sun.
Merchant of Venice. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 127.
Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.
Much Ado About Nothing. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 372.
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
Othello. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 385.
Time's the king of men,
He's both their parent, and he is their grave,
And gives them what he will, not what they crave.
Pericles. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 45.
O, call back yesterday, bid time return.
Richard II. ActlH. Sc. 2. L. 69.
Yet, do thy worst, old Time; despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.
Sonnet XIX.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow.
Sonnet LX.
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?
O fearful meditation! where, alack,
Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie
hid?
Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot
back?
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
Sonnet LXV.
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| text = Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,
Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,
A great-sized monster of ingratitudes;
Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd
As fast as they are made, forgot as soon
As done.
Troilus and Cressida. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 145.
Time is like a fashionable host
That slightly shakes his parting guest by the
hand,
And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly
Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles.
Troilus and Cressida. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 165.
Beauty, wit,
High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,
. Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all
To envious and calumniating time.
Troilus and Cressida. Act III. St. 3. L. 171.
The end crowns all,
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.
Troilus and Cressida. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 224.
The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
Twelfth Night. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 384. </poem>
Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.
Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 243.
Make use of time, let not advantage slip;
Beauty within itself should not be wasted:
Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime
Rot and consume themselves in little time.
Venus and Adonis. L. 129.
The flood of time is rolling on;
We stand upon its brink, whilst they are gone
To glide in peace down death's mysterious stream.
Have ye done well?
Shelley—Remit of Islam. Canto XII. St. 27.
Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years,
Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe
Are brackish with the salt of human tears!
Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow
Claspest the limits of mortality!
And sick of prey, yet howling on for more,
Vomitest thy wrecks on its inhospitable shore,
Treacherous hfcalm, and terrible in storm,
Who shall put forth on thee,
Unfathomable sea?
Sheixbt—Time.
