William Shakespeare

Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.

If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.

Time and the hour run through the roughest day.

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.

In time we hate that which we often fear.

All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.

We are time’s subjects, and time bids be gone.