1564 — 1616
Considered the greatest writer of the English language and history’s most influential playwright
Time
I learned that the less time I have, the more things I can do.
If all the year were playing holidays, to sport would be as tedious as to work.
I learned that it’s the little daily events that make life spectacular.
Then I can grieve at grievances foregone, and sadly repeat my woes unto myself, the sad account of fore-bemoaned moan.
The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft buried with their bones.
God hath not made everything in one day, what made me think that I could?
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
My love shall in my verse ever live young.
To climb steep hills requires a slow pace at first.
All that lives must die, passing through nature to eternity.
Time is the justice that examines all offenders.
So the fearful past causes a fearful future and the past and future become one.
Do not sit under a tree waiting for it to grow, blossom and give fruits that fall into your mouth.
What I most long for in this life is to mend my past.
All is well that ends well.
What’s past is prologue.
After a while you learn, that even the sun burns if you get too much
I endeavored to pass on wisdom to the people, by mediocre ways.
So our virtues lie in the interpretation of the time
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
We are time’s subjects, and time bids be gone.
Time is very slow for those who wait
Very fast for those who are scared
very long for those who lament
Very short for those who celebrate
But for those who love time is eternal
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
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