Time Quotes by William Shakespeare

And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

— William Shakespeare

The old folk, time's doting chronicles.

— William Shakespeare

Time is the king of men.

— William Shakespeare

They say miracles are past.

— William Shakespeare

Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.

— William Shakespeare

To beguile the time, look like the time.

— William Shakespeare

Things past redress are now with me past care

— William Shakespeare

Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.

— William Shakespeare

“O,come,be buried A second time within these arms (They embrace)”

— William Shakespeare

The purest treasure mortal times can afford is a spotless reputation.

— William Shakespeare

Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.

— William Shakespeare

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste death but once.

— William Shakespeare

For in the fatness of these pursy times Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

What's gone, and what's past help, Should be past grief.

— William Shakespeare

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

— William Shakespeare

See the minutes, how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many…

— William Shakespeare

Time, whose millioned accidents creep in betwixt vows, and change decrees of kings, tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharpest intents, divert strong…

— William Shakespeare

Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that…

— William Shakespeare

What e'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of…

— William Shakespeare

“If you can look into the seeds of time And say which grain will grow and which will not, Speak, then, to…

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded loam or painted clay.

— William Shakespeare

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that…

— William Shakespeare

My dear, dear Lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away Men are but gilded loan or painted…

— William Shakespeare

I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere, the yellow leaf, and that which should…

— William Shakespeare

Don Pedro - (...)'In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.' Benedick - The savage bull may, but if ever the…

— William Shakespeare

Prophet may you be! If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, when time is old and hath forgot itself,…

— William Shakespeare

“O God! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the…

— William Shakespeare

the fire seven times tried this; seven times tried that judgement is that did never choose amiss some there be that shadows…

— William Shakespeare

I have almost forgotten the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool’d to hear a night-shriek; and…

— William Shakespeare

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet…

— William Shakespeare

“When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold…

— William Shakespeare

“Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that…

— William Shakespeare

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace fromday to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all…

— William Shakespeare

But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of…

— William Shakespeare

“By the sweet power of music: therefore the poet did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones and floods; since nought so stockish,…

— William Shakespeare

“Out, damned spot! out, I say!—One, two; why, then ‘tis time to do’t.—Hell is murky!—Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard?…

— William Shakespeare

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…

— William Shakespeare

“Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d. Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined. Harpier cries ’Tis time, ’tis time. Round about the cauldron…

— William Shakespeare