“What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?”

“Aye me sad hours seem long”

“Ay me! sad hours seem long.”

“Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.”

“Come what come may, time and the hour run through the roughest day.”

“And then he drew a dial from his poke,And looking with lack-lustre eye,Says very wisely, 'It is ten o'clock:Thus we may see', Quoth he, 'how the world wags:'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine,And after one hour more 'twill be eleven;And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe,And then from hour to hour we rot and rot.”

“The weight of this sad time we must obey,Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.The oldest hath borne most: we that are youngShall never see so much, nor live so long.”