Quotes About Change

For he is superstitious grown of late, Quite from the main opinion he held once Of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies.

Stealing and giving odor. Enough, no more. 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.

All things that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral; Our instruments to melancholy bells, Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast, Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change, Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, And all things change them to the contrary.

Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here! Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.

Then the conceit of this inconstant stay Sets you rich in youth before my sight, Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay, To change your day of youth to sullied night; And all in war with Time for love of you, As he takes from you I engraft you new.

What our contempt often hurls from us, We wish it our again; the present pleasure, By revolution lowering, does become The opposite of itself

I have a wife I love. I wish she were in heaven so she could appeal to some power to make this dog Jew change his mind. NERISSA It's nice you're offering to sacrifice her behind her back. That wish of yours could start quite an argument back at home.

The raging rocks And shivering shocks Shall break the locks        Of prison gates: And Phibbus' car Shall shine from far, And make and mar        The foolish Fates.

Only look up clear: To alter favour, ever is to fear.

You should not have believ'd me, for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it. I lov'd you not.

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes with the next block.

But doth must suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange.

Say a day without the ever.

Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward to what they were before.

Rouse him:—make after him, poison his delight, Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen, And, though he in a fertile climate dwell, Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy, Yet throw such changes of vexation

Love can transpose to form and dignity.

A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.

O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case? Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow, That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow? Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.

For goodness, growing to a plurisy, Dies in his own too much: that we would do We should do when we would; for this 'would' changes And hath abatements and delays as many As there are tongues

Melt Egypt into Nile!

Hours dreadful and things strange, but this sore night Hath trifled former knowings.

God me such uses send, Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend.

You never know what is the next direction your life will take

But now my gracious numbers are decay'd, And my sick muse doth give another place. I grant, sweet love, thy lovely argument Deserves the travail of a worthier pen;