Quotes on Curtain Call

Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy motions lovers'seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late schoolboys, and sour prentices, Go tell court-huntsmen that the King will ride, Call countryants to harvest offices; Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

Hurried and worried until we're buried, and there's no curtain call, Lifes a very funny proposition after all.

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.