Henceforth, I’ll bear Affliction till it do cry out itself, ‘Enough, enough, and die. — William Shakespeare
But shall we wear these glories for a day? Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them? — William Shakespeare
But yet I’ll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live. — William Shakespeare
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty. — William Shakespeare