|Theres a time for all things.|
Shakespeare.Comedy of Errors, Act II. Scene 2. (Antonio S. to Dromio S.)
|Time rolls his ceaseless course.|
Scott.The Lady of the Lake, Canto III. Stanza I.
|Time comes stealing on by night and day.|
Shakespeare.Comedy of Errors, Act IV. Scene 2. (Dromio S. to Adriana.)
|The flood of time is setting on,|
We stand upon its brink.
Shelley.Revolt of Islam, Stanza 27.
|Time hath eaten out the letters, and the dust makes a parenthesis betwixt every syllable.|
S. Marmion.The Antiquary, Act III. Scene 1.
|In yon lone pile, oer which hath sternly passd|
The heavy hand of all-destroying Time.
Anonymous.Collets Relics of Lit. 20.
|1. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad?|
2. I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day.
Shakespeare.King Henry IV., Part I. Act I. Scene 2. (Falstaff to Prince Henry.)
|It was the hour when huswife morn|
With pearl and linen hangs each thorn.
Churchill.The Ghost, Book III.
|I consider time as a treasure decreasing every night; and that which every day diminishes, soon perishes for ever.|
Sir William Jones.Poem of Tarafa, Verse 67.
|When time itself shall be no more.|
Addison.A Song for St. Cecilias Day, Verse 4. Thomson.Memory of Sir Isaac Newton.
|Time must friend or end.|
Shakespeare.Troilus and Cress., Act I. Scene 2. (Pandarus to Cressida.)
|We waste, not use our time; we breathe, not live.|
Dr. Young.Night II. Line 150.
|Time wasted is existence; used, is life.|
Dr. Young.Night II. Line 149.
|Redeem the misspent time thats past,|
And live this day as twere thy last.
|Let me therefore live as if every moment were to be my last.|
Seneca.Of a Happy Life, Chap. XIX.
|Who murmurs time, he crushes in the birth|
A power ethereal.
Dr. Young.Night II. Line 110.
|Time elaborately thrown away.|
Dr. Young.On the Last Day, Book I. Line 206.
|Out upon time! it will leave no more|
Of the things to come than the things before!
Out upon time! who for ever will leave
But enough of the past for the future to grieve.
Byron.Siege of Corinth, Div. 18.
|What though on her cheek the rose loses its hue,|
Her ease and good-humour bloom all the year through;
Time still as he flies brings increase to her truth,
And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.
Ed. Moore.Song X. Verse 4.
|I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.|
Shakespeare.King Richard II., Act V. Scene 5. (The Kings Soliloquy in Pomfret Castle.)
|The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.|
Shakespeare.Twelfth Night, Act III. Scene 1. (Olivia to Viola.)
|Time hath set a blot upon my pride.|
Shakespeare.King Richard II., Act III. Scene 2. (The King to Aumerle.)
|Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth,|
And delves the parallels in beautys brow.
|When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,|
And dig deep trenches in thy beautys field.
|I never knew the old gentleman with the scythe and hour-glass bring any thing but grey hair, thin cheeks, and loss of teeth.|
Dryden.The Maiden Queen, Act III. Scene 1.
|Strange was the sight and smacking of the time.|
Tennyson.The Princess, p. 6.
|Time on his head has snowd; yet still tis borne|
Dr. Young.Night V. Line 602.
|The chinks that time has made.|
| [Appropriated from Waller; see the lines on his own Divine Poems.]|| 29|
| We take no note of time|
But from its loss.
Dr. Young.Night I. Line 55.
|Only some lover remained to climb|
The homeward hills with little note of time.
Jocelyn.Revds. Evans and Swifts Translation of Lamartines Poem, Epoch 1.
|Noiseless falls the foot of time|
That only treads on flowers.
W. R. Spencer.Lines to Lady A. Hamilton.
|The noiseless foot of time steals swiftly by,|
And ere we dream of manhood age is nigh.
Juvenal.Transl. Gifford, Sat. IX. Line 132.
|The inaudible and noiseless foot of time.|
Shakespeare.Alls Well that Ends Well, Act V. Sc. 3. (The King to Bertram.)
|Who shall contend with timeunvanquishd time,|
The conquer of conquerers, and lord of desolation?
Kirke White.Time, Line 561.
|Nought treads so silent as the foot of time;|
Hence we mistake our Autumn for our prime.
Dr. Young.Satire V. Line 497.
|And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.|
Shakespeare.Twelfth Night, Act V. Scene 1.
|As on the whirligig of time,|
We circle all the seasons.
Tennyson.Will Waterproofs Monologue, v. 8.
|Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.|
Shakespeare.Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act III. Scene 1. (Proteus to Valentine.)
|No stealth of time has thinnd my flowing hair.|
Hammond.Elegy IV. Verse 5.
|Theres a gude time coming.|
Scott.Rob Roy, Chap. XXXII.