Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.

A smile cures the wounding of a frown.

And blind oblivion swallowed cities up.

They that touch pitch will be defiled.

There is plenty of time to sleep in the grave

It is a good divine that follows his own instructions.

Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, Now am I fled; My soul is in the sky: Tongue, lose thy light; Moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die, die.