Hours Quotes by William Shakespeare

At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies.

— William Shakespeare

Grief makes one hour ten.

— William Shakespeare

What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?

— William Shakespeare

Ay me! sad hours seem long.

— William Shakespeare

“Aye me sad hours seem long”

— William Shakespeare

Take all the swift advantage of the hours.

— William Shakespeare

Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.

— William Shakespeare

Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you.

— William Shakespeare

To be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.

— William Shakespeare

A merry heart goes all the way, - A sad one tires inan hour.

— William Shakespeare

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.

— William Shakespeare

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.

— William Shakespeare

And mind, with my heart in't; and now farewell Till half an hour hence.

— William Shakespeare

I could be well content To entertain the lag-end of my life With quiet hours.

— William Shakespeare

So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate.

— William Shakespeare

Women are as roses, whose fair flower, being once displayed, doth fall that very hour.

— William Shakespeare

There should be hours for necessities, not for delights; times to repair our nature with comforting repose, and not for us to…

— William Shakespeare

Being your slave what should I do but tend, Upon the hours, and times of your desire? I have no precious time…

— William Shakespeare

Come now, what masques, what dances shall we have To wear away this long age of three hours Between our after-supper and…

— William Shakespeare

What should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December?…

— 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

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

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

— William Shakespeare

Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

— William Shakespeare

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

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

Now stand you on the top of happy hours, And many maiden gardens yet unset, With virtuous wish would bear you living…

— William Shakespeare

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours…

— 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

My rage is gone, And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up. Help, three o' th' chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.…

— William Shakespeare

I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed, And fight maliciously; for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of…

— William Shakespeare

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to…

— 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

Friends now fast sworn, Whose double bosoms seems to wear one heart, Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal and exercise Are still…

— William Shakespeare

“Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or…

— William Shakespeare

Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should…

— William Shakespeare

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes;…

— William Shakespeare

We strut and fret our hour upon the stage and then are no more.

— William Shakespeare

Better three hours too soon, than one hour to late.

— William Shakespeare

Make the upcoming hour overflow with joy, and let pleasure drown the brim.

— William Shakespeare