Timeless Tales

And now, after my humble offering....some words from the master, Shakespeare...

From The Rape of Lucrece:

Mis-shapen Time, copesmate of ugly Night,
Swift subtle post, carrier of grisly care,
Eater of youth, false slave of false delight,
Base watch of woes, sin's pack horse, virtues snare,
Thou nurseth all and murder'st all that are:
O, hear me then, injurious, shifting Time!

Be guilty of my death, since not of my crime...

And... From "Macbeth":

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.

And, from "Dr Faustus" of Christopher Marlow:

Now hast thou but one bare hour to live,
And then thou must be damned perpetually;
Stand still, you ever moving spheres of heaven,
That time may cease, and midnight never come!

And, from, somewhere in the back of my mind, to the left upper right, under the dusty tea towels. The author's name escapes me at mo.

For when I was a babe and wept and slept,
Time crept;
When I was a boy and laughed and talked,
Time walked;
Then when the years saw me a man,
Time ran,
But as I older grew,
Time flew.

And, words of hope, from the great thinker, "Freddy Neitcher":

"Pain that doeth not kill us maketh us stronger"