Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows! – William Shakespeare Troilus and Cressida, Act 1, Scene 3.
The baby figure of the giant mass Of things to come. – William Shakespeare Troilus and Cressida, Act 1, Scene 3.
Things won are done; joy’s soul lies in the doing. – William Shakespeare Troilus and Cressida, Act 1, Scene 2.
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devoured As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done. – William Shakespeare Troilus and Cressida, Act 3, Scene 3.
To be wise, and love, Exceeds man’s might. – William Shakespeare Troilus and Cressida, Act 3, Scene 2.
A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both sides, like a leather jerkin. – William Shakespeare Troilus and Cressida, Act 3, Scene 3.
What’s past and what’s to come is strewed with husks And formless ruin of oblivion. – William Shakespeare Troilus and Cressida, Act 4, Scene 5.
The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it. – William Shakespeare Troilus and Cressida, Act 4, Scene 5.
Hector is dead; there is no more to say. – William Shakespeare Troilus and Cressida, Act 5, Scene 10.
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart. – William Shakespeare Troilus and Cressida, Act 5, Scene 3.
The common curse of mankind, – folly and ignorance. – William Shakespeare Troilus and Cressida, Act 2, Scene 3.
I am giddy, expectation whirls me round. The imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense. – William Shakespeare Troilus and Cressida, Act 3, Scene 2.
Time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretched, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. – William Shakespeare Troilus and Cressida, Act 3, Scene 3.
Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion. – William Shakespeare Troilus and Cressida, Act 5, Scene 2.
Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright. – William Shakespeare Troilus and Cressida, Act 3, Scene 3.
In Beauty Beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. – William Shakespeare Troilus and Cressida, Act 3, Scene 3.
Fie, fie upon her! There’s language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body. – William Shakespeare Troilus and Cressida, Act 4, Scene 5.
What a pair of spectacles is here! – William Shakespeare Troilus and Cressida, Act 4, Scene 4. Pandarus, of the lovers.
