Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.
For you and I are past our dancing days.
When in that moment,—so it came to pass,— Titania wak'd, and straightway lov'd an ass.
Man delights not me.
Honesty coupled to beauty is to have honey a sauce to sugar.
He was a man take him for all in all I shall not look upon his like again.