You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
Time ... thou ceaseless lackey to eternity.
Patience is sottish, and impatience does become a dog that's mad.
The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.
Where the bee sucks, there suck I In the cow-slip's bell i lie There I couch when owls do cry