What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? *Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*
William ShakespeareWorld, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee/ Life would not yield to age.
William ShakespeareI have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant.
William ShakespeareStay, my lord, And let your reason with your choler question What 'tis you go about: to climb steep hills Requires slow pace at first: anger is like A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England Can advise me like you: be to yourself As you would to your friend.
William Shakespeare