Quotes

11 November 2014
A goodly portly man, i'faith, and a corpulent, of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage.
11 November 2014
O, let us yet be merciful.
11 November 2014
How sour sweet music is, When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives, And here have I the daintiness of ear To check time broke in a disordered string; But for the concord of my state and time Had not an ear to hear my true time broke. I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath Time made me his numbering clock. My thoughts are minutes, and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is Are clamorous groans which strike upon my heart, Which is the bell.
11 November 2014
I am famished in his service; you may tell every finger I have with my ribs.
11 November 2014
It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
11 November 2014
Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursèd in the calendar!
11 November 2014
Give me my robe, put on my crown, I have Immortal longings in me.
11 November 2014
Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure; Like doth quit like, and measure still for measure.
11 November 2014
Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.
11 November 2014
Hence! Home, you idle creatures, get you home! Is this a holiday?

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