Troilus and Cressida

"Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for Oblivion, A great-sizd monster of ingratitudes."

"The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre, Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order."

"Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe."

"I have had my labour for my travail."

"Things won are done, joys soul lies in the doing."

"The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance."

"Time is like a fashionable host, That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand; And with his arms outstretchd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer: the welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing."

"Modest doubt is call’d The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To the bottom of the worst."

"One touch of nature makes the whole world kin."

"The end crowns all; And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it."

"All, with one consent, praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded of things past; And give to dust, that is a little gilt, More laud than gilt o’erdusted."

"Theres language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body."