“When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold… — 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
And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, 'It is ten o'clock: Thus… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am now of all humors that have showed themselves humors since the old days of goodman Adam to the pupil age… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A woman that is like a German clock, Still a-repairing, ever out of frame, And never going aright, being a watch, But… — 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 Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“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 Image
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
