These sudden joys have sudden endings. They burn up in victory like fire and gunpowder. — William Shakespeare
The violence of either grief or joy, their own enactures with themselves destroy. — William Shakespeare
Look how the world’s poor people are amazed at apparitions, signs and prodigies! — William Shakespeare
Set honour in one eye and death i’ the other, And I will look on both indifferently. — William Shakespeare
The instances that second marriage move Are base respects of thrift, but none of love. — William Shakespeare
Oh, I have passed a miserable night, so full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams! — William Shakespeare
…too much sadness hath congealed your blood,And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy. — William Shakespeare