Quotes About Time

Time ... thou ceaseless lackey to eternity.

Time be thine, And thy best graces spend it at thy will.

See the minutes, how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.

Thus we play the fool with the time and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.

The old folk, time's doting chronicles.

The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause.

O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?

This act is an ancient tale new told; And, in the last repeating, troublesome, Being urged at a time unseasonable.

My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.

What Time hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit.

What, keep a week away? Seven days and nights, Eightscore-eight hours, and lovers' absent hours More tedious than the dial eightscore times! O weary reckoning!

Time is a very bankrupt and owes more than he's worth to season. Nay, he's a thief too: have you not heard men say, That Time comes stealing on by night and day?

Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow, And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow; Thou canst help time to furrow me with age, But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage.

No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change.

Passion lends them power, time means to meet, tempering extremities with extremes sweet.

Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try.

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

Beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time.

Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.

Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow.

What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks And formless ruin of oblivion.

What else may hap, to time I will commit.

The time of universal peace is near. Prove this a prosp'rous day, the three-nooked world Shall bear the olive freely.

The iron tongue of Midnight hath told twelve lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall outstep the coming morn as much as we this night over-watch'd.