O time, thou must untangle this, not I. It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.

Women are as roses, whose fair flower, being once displayed, doth fall that very hour.

The gloomy shade of death.

You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!

As a walled town is more worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a married man more honorable than the bare brow of a bachelor.

Kent. Where's the king? Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main, That things might change or cease; tears his white hair, Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage, Catch in their fury and make nothing of; Strives in his little world of man to outscorn The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain. This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch, The lion and the belly-pinched wolf Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs, And bids what will take all.