He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

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Death is a fearful thing.

Death is a fearful thing.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!

Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its...

Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its...

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a...

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a...

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety, other women cloy.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety, other women cloy.

To do a great right do a little wrong.

To do a great right do a little wrong.

Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies A lass unparalleled.

Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies A lass unparalleled.

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasance, age full of...

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasance, age full of...

He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous...

He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous...

Time is the stuff between pay days

Time is the stuff between pay days

Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?

Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love.

Now if these men do not die well, it will be a black matter for...

Now if these men do not die well, it will be a black matter for...

To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.

To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.

The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn

The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn

She's gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her

She's gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her

To saucy doubts and fears.

To saucy doubts and fears.

The real doubt is the doubt that doubts that it doubts.

The real doubt is the doubt that doubts that it doubts.

When in doubt, do the courageous things

When in doubt, do the courageous things