Time is swift, it races by; Opportunities are born and die... Still you wait and will not try - A read more

Time is swift, it races by; Opportunities are born and die... Still you wait and will not try - A bird with wings who dares not rise and fly.

Many a time and oft
Have you climbed up to walls and battlements,
To tow'rs and windows, read more

Many a time and oft
Have you climbed up to walls and battlements,
To tow'rs and windows, yea, to chimney tops,
Your infants in your arms, and there have sat
The livelong day, with patient expectation,
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome.

Everything comes if a man will only wait.

Everything comes if a man will only wait.

If you accept the expectations of others, especially negative ones, then you never will change the outcome.

If you accept the expectations of others, especially negative ones, then you never will change the outcome.

We love to expect, and when expectation is either disappointed or gratified, we want to be again expecting.

We love to expect, and when expectation is either disappointed or gratified, we want to be again expecting.

Promising is the very air o' th' time; it opens the eyes of
expectation. Performance is ever duller for read more

Promising is the very air o' th' time; it opens the eyes of
expectation. Performance is ever duller for his act; and, but in
the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of saying is
quite out of use. To promise is most courtly and fashionable;
performance is a kind of will or testament which argues a great
sickness in his judgment that makes it.

What else remains for me?
Youth, hope and love;
To build a new life on a ruined read more

What else remains for me?
Youth, hope and love;
To build a new life on a ruined life.

He was fash and full of faith that "something would turn up."

He was fash and full of faith that "something would turn up."

Since yesterday I have been in Alcala.
Erelong the time will come, sweet Preciosa,
When that dull read more

Since yesterday I have been in Alcala.
Erelong the time will come, sweet Preciosa,
When that dull distance shall no more divide us;
And I no more shall scale thy wall by night
To steal a kiss from thee, as I do now.