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There's a time for all things.
Comedy of Errors. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 66. The time is out of joint.
Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 189.
See the minutes, how they run,
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 25.
(See also COKE)
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 35.
7 Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides; Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
King Lear. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 283. 8
Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest
day. Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 146.
O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out
Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays? O fearful meditation! where, alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie
hid? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot
back? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
Sonnet LXV. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes; Those scraps are good deeds past; which are de
vour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done. Troilus and Cressida. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 145.
Time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the
Troilus and Cressida. Act III. St. 3. L. 171. 2i
The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it.
Troilus and Cressida. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 224.
The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
T'welfth Night. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 384.
'Gainst the tooth of time And razure of oblivion.
Measure for Measure. Act V. Sc. 1. . L. 12.
10 We should hold day with the Antipodes, If you would walk in absence of the sun.
Merchant of Venice. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 127.
11 Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites. Much Ado About Nothing. Act II. Sc. 1.
L. 372. 12 Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
Othello. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 385. 13
Time's the king of men, He's both their parent, and he is their grave, And gives them what he will, not what they
crave, Pericles. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 45.
14 0, call back yesterday, bid time return. Richard II. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 69.
15 Yet, do thy worst, old Time; despite thy wrong, My love shall in my verse ever live young.
16 Time doth transfix the flourish get on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow.
Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.
243. 24 Make use of time, let not advantage slip; Beauty within itself should not be wasted: Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime Rot and consume themselves in little time.
Venus and Adonis. L. 129.
25 The flood of time is rolling on; We stand upon its brink, whilst they are gone To glide in peace down death's mysterious stream. Have ye done well?
SHELLEY-Revolt of Islam. Canto XII. St. 27.
26 Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years,
Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe Are brackish with the salt of human tears! Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb
and flow Claspest the limits of mortality!
And sick of prey, yet howling on for more,
Vomitest thy wrecks on its inhospitable shore, Treacherous in calm, and terrible in storm,
Who shall put forth on thee,
Per varios præceps casus rota volvitur ævi.
The wheel of time rolls downward through various changes. SILIUS ITALICUS-Punica. VI. 121.
2 For time would, with us, 'stead of sand,
Put filings of steel in his glass, To dry up the blots of his hand,
And spangle life's page as they pass. Since all flesh is grass ere 'tis hay,
O may I in clover lie snug, And when old Time mow me away, Be stacked with defunct Lady Mugg! HORACE AND JAMES SMITH-Rejected Ad
dresses. The Beautiful Incendiary, by the
Hon. W. S. 10.
man stay. W. C. SOMERVILLE—The Sweet-Scented Miser.
Take thou hold upon his forehead;
And behind his scalp is naked. Works adjourn'd have many stays, Long demurs breed new delays. ROB'T SOUTHWELL-Loss in Delay.
(See also PHÆDRUS under OPPORTUNITY) Goe to my Love where she is carelesse layd
Yet in her winter's bowere not well awake; Tell her the joyous time will not be staid
Unlesse she doe him by the forelock take
SPENSER-Amoretti. LXX. Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time. SPENSER—The Faerie Queene. Bk. III. Can
to XII. St. 75.
Laurel crowned Horatius
Anon. Trans. by JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS. A wonderful stream is the River Time,
As it runs through the realms of Tears, With a faultless rhythm, and a musical rhyme, And a broader sweep, and a surge sublime
As it blends with the ocean of Years.
BENJAMIN F. TAYLOR—The Long Ago. He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend: Eternity mourns that. 'Tis an ill cure For life's worst ills to have no time to feel them. SIR HENRY TAYLOR-Philip Van Artevelde.
Act I. Sc. 5.
Too late I staid, forgive the crime,
Unheeded flew the hours;
That only treads on flow'rs!
The ebbing of his glass,
That dazzle as they pass?
Time's happy swiftness brings,
Their plumage for his wings?
Long ailments wear out pain, and long hopes joy.
STANISLAUS (King of Poland)--Maxims.
Every moment dies a man,
Every moment one is born.
for "moment" in early Ed.) Every minute dies a man,
And one and one-sixteenth is born.
Parody on TENNYSON by a Statistician.
Alas! three whole days to wait!
“totum” given for "universum.”)
From the hid battlements of. Eternity; Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then Round the half-glimpsed turrets slowly wash
again. FRANCIS THOMPSON–Hound of Heaven. L. 143.
20 Once in Persia reigned a king Who upon his signet ring, Graved a maxim true and wise, Which if held before the eyes Gave him counsel at a glance Fit for every change and chance. Solemn words, and these are they: "Even this shall pass away.". THEODORE TILTON-The King's Ring. (AIL Things Shall Pass Away.)
(See also Wilcox)
I see that time divided is never long, and that regularity abridges all things. ABEL STEVENS—Life of Madame de Staël. Ch.
In time take time while time doth last, for time
book of NICHOLAS STONE, mason to JAMES
And let its meaning permeate
(See also TILTON)
He was always late on principle, his principle being that punctuality is the thief of time. OSCAR WILDE-Picture of Dorian Gray. Ch.
Our time is a very shadow that passeth away.
Wisdom of Solomon. II. 5.
Delivered from the galling yoke of time.
TOASTS Lift, lift the full goblet-away with all sorrowThe circle of friendship what freedom would
sever? Today is our own, and a fig for to-morrow
Here's to the Fourth and our country forever. FRANKLIN P. ADAMS-Impromptu Lines on
July Fourth. 20 Waes-hael! for Lord and Dame!
O! merry be their Dole; Drink-hael! in Jesu's name,
And fill the tawny bowl.
KING ARTHUR'S Waes-Hael.
Popular Toast in England about 1820.
Here's a health to poverty; it sticks by us when all friends forsake us.
Toast given in the Boston Bee. Some hae meat, and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it;
And sae the Lord be thankit.
him. 24 Some have meat but cannot eat; Some could eat but have no meat; We have meat and can all eat; Blest, therefore, be God for our meat. The Selkirk Grace, in the MSS. of Dr. Plume,
of Maldon, Essex, in a handwriting of about 1650.
Therefore fear not to assay
flower that this day Is fresher than the next. Thos. WYATT-That the Season of Enjoyment is Short.
(See also HERRICK)
Nought treads so silent as the foot of Time; Hence we mistake our autumn for our prime.
YOUNG-Love of Fame. Satire V. L. 497.
The bell strikes one. We take no note of time
YOUNG—Night Thoughts. Night I. L. 55.
Procrastination is the thief of time:
(See also ERASMUS)
Time is eternity; Pregnant with all eternity can give; Pregnant with all that makes archangels smile. Who murders Time, he crushes in the birth A power ethereal, only not adorn'd.
YOUNG—Night Thoughts. Night II. L. 107.
I am from Massachusetts,
The land of the sacred cod,
And the Cabots walk with God.
Alumni dinner at Waterbury.
I come from good old Boston,
The home of the bean and the cod,
And the Lowells speak only to God.
of his Toast. For answer to same see JONES.
Time wasted is existence, used is life.
YOUNG—Night Thoughts. Night II. L. 149.
Who made both Sun and Moon stand still.
From the Anecdote Library, 1822. The Em-
compared to Joshua. Here's to old Adam's crystal ale,
Clear sparkling and divine,
We drink your health (in wine).
My boat is on the shore,
And my bark is on the sea: But, before I go, Tom Moore,
Here's a double health to thee!
BYRON—To Thomas Moore. Were't the last drop in the well,
As I gasp'd upon the brink, Ere my fainting spirit fell,
'Tis to thee that I would drink.
BYRON—To Thomas Moore.
And if you nurse a flame
We will not ask her name.
THOS. CAMPBELL-A Toast.
From foot to head,
Bathing in red. JOHN DALY-A Toast to the Flag. But the standing toast that pleased me most Was, "The wind that blows, the ship that goes, And the lass that loves a sailor!” DIBDIN—The Standing Toast. From the Com
ic Opera, The Round Robin, produced June
21, 1811. Ho! stand to your glasses steady!
'Tis all we have left to prize. A cup to the dead already,
Hurrah for the next that dies.
Different version of same given in DORAN'S
during first Burmese War. 7 And he that will this health deny, Down among the dead men let him lie. DYER—From a Toast published during the
reign of Queen Anne. 8
Here's to Great Britain, the sun that gives light to all nations of the earth. An Englishman's Toast at a banquet in Eng
land. Here's to France, the moon whose magic rays move the tides of the world.
A Frenchman's Toast at the same.
Here's to our beloved George Washington, the Joshua of America, who commanded the sun and the moon to stand still-and they obeyed.
FRANKLIN'S Toast. At the Close.
9 L'Abbé de Ville proposed a toast,
His master, as the rising Sun: Reisbach then gave the Empress Queen,
As the bright Moon and much praise won. The Earl of Stair, whose turn next came,
Gave for his toast his own King Will, As Joshua the son of Nun,
The bubble winked at me, and said,
OLIVER HERFORD— Toast. The Bubble Winked.
12 You to the left and I to the right,
For the ways of men must sever-
And it well may be forever,
(For our ways are past our knowing)
On the ways we all are going! Here's luck!
For we know not where we are going. RICHARD HOVEY-At the Crossroads. 13
Here's to your good health, and your family's good health, and may you all live long and prosper. IRVING-Rip Van Winkle. As used by JOSEPH
Where God speaks to Jones,
In the very same tones, That he uses with Hadley and Dwight. DEAN JONES—Reply to Dr. Bushnell's Toast.
(See also BUSHNELL) Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
And I'll not look for wine.
PHILOSTRATUS, from whom it was taken.
Doth ask a drink divine;
I would not change for thine.
Mining Toast in Yorkshire.
Here's a health to you and yours who have done
such things for us and ours. And when we and ours have it in our powers to
do for you and yours what you and yours
have done for us and ours, Then we and ours will do for you and yours what
you and yours have done for us and ours. old Toast.
Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen;
Here's to the widow of fifty;
Drink to the lass,
Sc. 3. Song. 13 A health to the nut-brown lass, With the hazel eyes: let it pass. As much to the lively grey 'Tis as good i' th' night as day:
Here's to you, as good as you are,
Old Scotch Toast.
She's a savour to the glass,
SUCKLING—Goblins. Act III.
May you live all the days of your life.
SWIFT-Polite Conversation. Dialogue II.
First pledge our Queen this solemn night,
Then drink to England, every guest; That man's the best Cosmopolite
Who loves his native country best.
Drink to me with your eyes alone. And if you will, take the cup to your lips and fill it with kisses, and give it so to me. PHILOSTRATUS—Letters. XXIV.
(See also JONSON) I, whenever I see thee, thirst, and holding the cup, apply it to my lips more for thy sake than for drinking.
Of loveliness alone,
The seeming paragon;
And kindly stars have given
'Tis less of earth than heaven. EDWARD C. PINKNEY-A Health. To Georgi
ana McCausland, Pinkney's wife, according to Wm. Leggett. Also said to be written for
Peggy O'Neil, a famous beauty. May the hinges of friendship never rust, or the
wings of luve lose a feather. Toast from DEAN RAMSEY's Reminiscences of Scottish Life. (See also DICKENS under FRIENDSHIP)
Here's a health to the lass with the merry black
eyes! Here's a health to the lad with the blue ones!
WM. WINTER-Blue and Black.
TOBACCO 17 It's all one thing—both tend into one scope To live upon Tobacco and on Hope,
The one's but smoke, the other is but wind. SIR ROBERT AYTOUN-Sonnet on Tobacco.
The Elizabethan age might be better named the beginning of the smoking era.
BARRIE—My Lady Nicotine. Ch. XIV.
I'll drink a cup to Scotland yet,
Little tube of mighty pow'r,
Object of my warm désire.
Parody in imitation of A. PHILLIPS.
St. Leon raised his kindling eye, And lifts the sparkling cup on high;
“I drink to one,” he said, “Whose image never may depart, Deep graven on this grateful heart,
The man who smokes, thinks like a sage and acts like a Samaritan! BULWER-LYTTON—Night and Morning. Bk. I.