O, what damned minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet fondly loves! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Minutes, hours, days, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
See the minutes, how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more. — 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
Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy. But not to tell of good or… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Live loath'd and long, Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites, Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears, You fools of fortune, trencher friends, time… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What win I, if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a… — 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
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
