William Shakespeare

At Christmas I no more desire a rose _x000D_ _x000D_ Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;_x000D_ _x000D_ But like of each thing that in season grows.

I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.

Heaven give you many, many merry days.

Time's glory is to command contending kings,_x000D_ _x000D_ To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light.

Many strokes, though with a little axe, hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.

My age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.

Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time.

Yet, do thy worst, old Time; despite thy wrong,_x000D_ _x000D_ My love shall in my verse ever live young.

So many hours must I take my rest;_x000D_ _x000D_ So many hours must I contemplate.

Time, that takes survey of all the world,_x000D_ _x000D_ Must have a stop.

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

Let's take the instant by the forward top;_x000D_ _x000D_ For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees_x000D_ _x000D_ The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time_x000D_ _x000D_ Steals ere we can effect them.

Time be thine,_x000D_ _x000D_ And thy best graces spend it at thy will.

Time ... thou ceaseless lackey to eternity.

Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.

Time is like a fashionable host _x000D_ _x000D_ That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, _x000D_ _x000D_ And with his arm outstretch'd, as he would fly, _x000D_ _x000D_ Grasps in the comer.

Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back _x000D_ _x000D_ Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, _x000D_ _x000D_ A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: _x000D_ _x000D_ Those scraps are good deeds past, which are devour'd _x000D_ _x000D_ As fast as they are made, forgot as soon as done.

The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!

The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.

Nothing 'gainst Times scythe can make defence.

O, call back yesterday, bid time return