Time travels in divers paces with divers persons.

Here comes Monseiur Le Beau. Rosalind: With his mouth full of news. Celia: Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young. Rosalind: Then shall we be news-crammed. Celia: All the better; we shall be the more marketable.

Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay; My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.

When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.

Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.

Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, a face without a heart?

The time is out of joint.