That thou hast wronged in the time
o'erpast;
For I myself have many tears to wash
Hereafter time, for time past wrong'd by thee.
That thou hast wronged in the time
o'erpast;
For I myself have many tears to wash
Hereafter time, for time past wrong'd by thee.
That life is better life, past fearing death,
Than that which lives to fear.
What is past is prologue.
Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge.
The last taste of sweets is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past.
Come, go with us, speak fair; you may salve so,
Not what is dangerous present, but the los
Of what is past.
I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.
I dislike the Bible as it contains both questions and answers, problems and solutions, past and future all in the language i understand.
Past and to come seems best things present, worst.
Here comes a man; let's stay till he be past.
Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain.
Had he been where he thought,
By this had thought been past.
Besides these, other bars he lays before me,
My riots past, my wild societies;
And tells me 'tis a thing impossible
I should love thee but as a property.
They say miracles are past.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past.
Thy registers and thee I both defy,
Not wond'ring at the present, nor the past,
For thy records, and what we see doth lie,
Made more or less by thy continual haste:
This I do vow and this shall ever be:
I will be true despite thy scythe and thee.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as mad men's are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed.
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