What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks And formless ruin of oblivion. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How soar sweet music is, when time is broke, and no proportion kept! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thus we play the fool with the time and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time's glory is to command contending kings, To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This is no time to lend money, especially upon bare friendship without security. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou know'st the first time that we smell the air we wawl and cry. When we are born we cry, that we… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That is my home of love: if I have ranged, Like him that travels I return again, Just to the time, not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fate is the one that shuffles the cards, but we are the ones who play. So the future of a man is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The time of universal peace is near. Prove this a prosp'rous day, the three-nooked world Shall bear the olive freely. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away; go. They say there is divinity in odd… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“If thou wert my fool, nuncle, I’ld have thee beaten for being old before thy time. LEAR. How’s that? FOOL. Thou shouldst… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; and enterprises of great pitch and moment, With… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My liege, and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My dear dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“What is thy body but a swallowing grave, Seeming to bury that posterity Which, by the rights of time, thou needs must… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid! Have you conspired, have you with the contrived To bait me with this foul derision? Is all… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts? Though yet, heaven knows,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, let us pay the time but needful woe, Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. This England never did, nor… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
