TIME,-continued.

'Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine;
And after an hour more, 'twill be eleven ;
And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,
And then, from hour to hour, we rot, and rot,
And thereby hangs a tale.

A. Y. ii. 7. O, the mad days that I have spent! and to see how many of mine old acquaintance are dead! H. IV. PT. II. iii. 2.

Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. He ambles with a priest that lacks Latin, and a rich man that hath not the gout: for the one sleeps easily, because he cannot study; and the other lives merrily, because he feels no pain: the one lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning; the other knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury: These time ambles withal. He trots hard with a young maid, between the contract of her marriage, and the day it is solemnized: if the interim be but a se'nnight, time's pace is so hard, that it seems the length of seven years. He gallops with a thief to the gallows: for though he goes as softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon there. He stays still with lawyers in the vacation: for they sleep between term and term, and then they perceive not how time moves. A. Y. iii. 2.

She should have died hereafter ;

There would have been a time for such a word.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

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!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.

Time, that takes survey of all the world,
Must have a stop.

Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,

M.v 5.

H.IV. PT. I. V. 4.

Towards Phoebus' mansion; such a waggoner
As Phaeton would whip you to the west,
And bring in cloudy night immediately.

Men must endure

Their going hence, even as their coming hither:
Ripeness is all.

The extreme parts of time extremely form
All causes to the purpose of his speed;

R. J. iii. 2.

K. L. v. 2.

TIME,--continued.

L. L. v. 2.

And often, at his very loose, decides
That which long process could not arbitrate.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides.
Old Time, the clock setter, that bald sexton, Time,
Is it as he will?

We are Time's subjects, and Time bids be gone.

Time is like a fashionable host,

K. L. i. 1.

K. J. iii. 1.

H. IV. PT. II. i. 3.

That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand;
And with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would fly,
Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles,
And farewell goes out sighing.

T.C. iii. 3.

Time is a very bankrupt, and owes more than he's worth

to season.

C. E. iv. 2.

The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.
How sour sweet music is

T. N. iii. 1.

When time is broke, and no proportion kept!
So is it in the music of our lives.

AND DECAY.

The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show,
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory,
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth maiest know,
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Not know my voice! O, time's extremity!
Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poor tongue,
In seven short years, that here my only son
Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares?
Though now this grained face of mine be hid
In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,
And all the conduits of my blood froze up;
Yet hath my night of life some memory,
My wasting lamp some fading glimmer left,
My dull deaf ears a little use to hear.

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
Oh, grief hath chang'd me since you saw me last,
And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand
Have written strange defeatures in my face.

TIME SERVer.

R. II. v. 5.

Poems.

C. E. v. 1.

R. II. v. 5.

C. E. v. 1.

Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul,
That apprehends no farther than this world,
And squar'st thy life according.

M. M. v. 1.

The devil a puritan is he, or any thing constantly, but a

time-pleaser.

T. N. ii. 3.

TIME TRIES OFFENDERS.

Well, Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try.

TIMIDITY.

A. Y. iv. 1.

O, I could divide myself and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of skimm'd milk with so honourable an action! H. IV. PT. I. ii. 3.

Such a commodity of warm slaves, as had as lief hear the devil as a drum. H. IV. PT. I. iv. 2.

TIMON'S GRAVE.

Timon hath made his everlasting mansion
Upon the beached verge of the salt flood;
Which, once a day with his embossed froth,
The turbulent surge shall cover; thither come,
And let my grave-stone be your oracle.

TITLES (See also HONOUR).

That is honour's scorn,

Which challenges itself as honour's born,
And is not like the sire: Honours thrive,
When rather from our acts we them derive
Than our foregoers.

Here's a silly stately style indeed!
The Turk, that two-and-fifty kingdoms hath,
Writes not such a tedious style as this:-
Him, that thou magnifiest with all those titles,
Stinking, and fly-blown, lies here at our feet.

TONGUE.

T. A. v. 3.

A. W. ii. 3.

H. VI. PT. I. iv. 7.

Many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing.

A. W. ii. 4.

C. E. iii. 2.

C. E. iv. 2.

Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator.
My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.

These fellows of infinite tongue, that can

rhyme them

selves into ladies' favours,-they do always reason themselves out again.

TOOL (See also PIPING).

It is a creature that I teach to fight,
To wind, to stop, to run directly on;

His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit.

And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so;

He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth;
A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds

On objects, arts, and imitations;

H.V. v. 2.

TOOL,-continued.

Which, out of use, and stal'd by other men,
Begin his fashion: Do not talk of him,
But as a property.

This is a slight unmeritable man,
Meet to be sent on errands.

Octavius, I have seen more days than you;
And though we lay these honours on this man,
To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads,
He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold;
To groan and sweat under the business,
Either led or driven, as we point the way;
And having brought our treasure where we will,
Then take we down his load, and turn him off,
Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears,
And graze in commons.

For all the rest,

They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any business that
We say befits the hour.

TOUCH.

J.C. iv. 1.

J.C. iv. 1.

J.C. iv. 1.

T. ii. 1.

I will touch thee but with reverent hands. H. VI. PT. I. v. 3

For I must talk of murders, rapes, and massacres,
Acts of black night, abominable deeds,

Complots of mischief, treason; villanies

Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform'd.

Tit. And. v.

1.

Begin, murderer;—leave thy damnable faces, and begin.

What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?

TRAITOR

A kissing traitor.

H. iii. 2.

H.VI. PT. III. v. 6.

L. L. v, 2.

To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master;
And cried-all hail! when as he meant—all harm.

I protest,

H.VI. PT. III. v. 7.

Maugre thy strength, youth, place, and eminence,
Despite thy victor sword, and fire-new fortune,

TRAITOR,--continued.

Thy valour, and thy heart,-thou art a traitor:
False to thy gods, thy brother, and thy father;
Conspirant 'gainst this high illustrious prince;
And from the extremest upward of thy head,
To the descent and dust beneath thy feet,
A most toad-spotted traitor.

Some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands,
Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates
Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross,
And water cannot wash away your sin.

K. L. v. 3.

R. II. iv. 1.

O, passing traitor, perjur'd, and unjust. H. VI, PT. III. v. 1.

A giant traitor.

Thus do all traitors:

If their purgation did consist in words,

They are as innocent as grace itself.

Though those that are betray'd

Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor
Stands in worse case of woe.

H. VIII. i. 2.

A. Y. i. 3.

Cym. iii. 4.

But cruel are the times, when we are traitors,
And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumour
From what we fear, yet know not what we fear;
But float upon a wild and violent sea,

Each way.

Oh, let me live,

And all the secrets of our camp I'll show.

TRANSLATING.

M. iv. 2.

A. W. iv. 1.

He hath studied her well, and translated her well; out of honesty into English.

TRAP.

Now is the woodcock near the gin.

TRAVELLING (See also HOME-BREEDING).

All places that the eye of heaven visits,
Are to the wise man ports and happy havens.
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits
Wer't not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love,
I rather would entreat thy company,
To see the wonders of the world abroad,
Than, living dully sluggardis'd at home,
Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.

M. W. i. 3.

T. N. ii. 5.

R. II. i. 3.

T. G. i. 1.

I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me sad; and to travel for it too. 4. Y. iv. 1.