But see! theVirgin blessed Hath laid her Babe to rest. Time is our tedious song should here have ending.
Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements, these piercing fires As soft as now severe, our temper changed Into their temper.
God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget all time.
That space the Evil One abstracted stood From his own evil, and for the time remained Stupidly good, of enmity disarmed, Of guile, of hate, of envy, of revenge .
Time, though in Eternity, applied To motion, measures all things durable By present, past, and future.
Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold.
Day and night, Seed-time and harvest, heat and hoary frost Shall hold their course, till fire purge all things new.
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
Solitude sometimes is best society.
Our torments also may in length of time Become our Elements.
The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.
Solitude is sometimes best society.
Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most truly kept the law.
With eyes Of conjugal attraction unreprov'd. Imparadised in one another's arms. With thee conversing I forget all time. And feel that I am happier than I know.
The timely dew of sleep.
With thee conversing I forget all time.
Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north - wind's breath, And stars to set; but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
Solitude is sometimes the best society.
Few sometimes may know, when thousands err.
What honour that, But tedious waste of time, to sit and hear So many hollow compliments and lies.
Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy / In sceptred pall come sweeping by, / Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, / Or the tale of Troy divine.