Quote by William Shakespeare Download Open image ““Age, thou hast lost thy labor.”” — William Shakespeare ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.5 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Thou art an old man; no longer let this be a slave, no longer be pulled by the strings like a puppet to unsocial… — Marcus Aurelius Copy Share Image
“Ere I was old? Ah woeful Ere, Which tells me, Youth's no longer here! O Youth! for years so many and sweet, 'Tis known… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Why seekest thou rest, since thou art born to labor? [Lat., Cur quaeris quietem, quam natus sis ad laborem?] — Thomas a Kempis Copy Share Image
“- Youth. Live life and enjoy while thou art still young. - Huh? Where's it come from? Who said that? - I did.” — Yu Aida Copy Share Image
Not the labors of my hands Can fulfill thy Law's demands: Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears forever flow, All for… — Augustus Toplady Copy Share Image
“Labour to get Christ, and through him hopes of heaven, and thou takest the right road to content; thou” — William Gurnall Copy Share Image
Put off thy cares with thy clothes; so shall thy rest strengthen thy labor, and so thy labor sweeten thy rest. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
“No, thou art come too late, Empedocles! And the world hath the day, and must break thee, Not thou the world. With men thou… — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
“Teach me to be resigned to thy will, to delight in thy law, to have no will but thine, to believe that everything thou… — Arthur Bennett Copy Share Image
“And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind.” — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“for Thou hast formed us for Thyself, and our hearts are restless till they find rest in Thee.” — Augustine of Hippo 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