Time, that takes survey of all the world,Must have a stop.
“Thy tongueMakes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,With ravishing division, to her lute.”
“War is no strife To the dark house and the detested wife.”
“For to define true madness,What is't but to be nothing else but mad?”
“We don't have the time to completely be ourselves. We only have the room to be happy.”
“Every year you wait, long ago gets farther away.”
“If at any moment Time stays his hand, it is only when we are delivered over to the miseries of boredom.”
“In every cradle decked with rosy wreath Lurk germs of death.”
“Remember that I too am mortal.”
“Unsubstantial Death is amorous.”
