Quotes
Quotes about Time
Have paid scot and lot there any time this eighteen years.
That old bald cheater, Time.
He was not of an age, but for all time.
Underneath this sable hearse
Lies the subject of all verse,--
Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother.
Death, ere thou hast slain another,
Learn'd and fair and good as she,
Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Still may syllabes jar with time,
Still may reason war with rhyme,
Resting never!
Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that's gone;
Violets plucked, the sweetest rain
Makes not fresh nor grow again.
I had not time to lick it into form, as a bear doth her young ones.
Were it not that they are loath to lay out money on a rope, they would be hanged forthwith, and sometimes die to save charges.
Homer himself must beg if he want means, and as by report sometimes he did "go from door to door and sing ballads, with a company of boys about him."
The commonwealth of Venice in their armoury have this inscription: "Happy is that city which in time of peace thinks of war."
Wise men say nothing in dangerous times.
Primrose, first-born child of Ver,
Merry springtime's harbinger.
O great corrector of enormous times,
Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider
Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood
The earth when it is sick, and curest the world
O' the pleurisy of people!
Note 1.An untimely grave.--Tate and Brady: Psalm vii.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying,
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
Thus times do shift,--each thing his turn does hold;
New things succeed, as former things grow old.
Sir Henry Wotton was a most dear lover and a frequent practiser of the Art of Angling; of which he would say, "'T was an employment for his idle time, which was then not idly spent, a rest to his mind, a cheerer of his spirits, a diverter of sadness, a calmer of unquiet thoughts, a moderator of passions, a procurer of contentedness;" and "that it begat habits of peace and patience in those that professed and practised it."
Some force whole regions, in despite
O' geography, to change their site;
Make former times shake hands with latter,
And that which was before come after.
But those that write in rhyme still make
The one verse for the other's sake;
For one for sense, and one for rhyme,
I think's sufficient at one time.
The heart of man is the place the Devil's in: I feel sometimes a hell within myself.
Times before you, when even living men were antiquities,--when the living might exceed the dead, and to depart this world could not be properly said to go unto the greater number.
Go, lovely rose!
Tell her that wastes her time and me
That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.
How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair!
The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd,
Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made.
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become
As they draw near to their eternal home:
Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view
That stand upon the threshold of the new.
Their heads sometimes so little that there is no room for wit; sometimes so long that there is no wit for so much room.
Fame sometimes hath created something of nothing.
