Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears: But yet It is our trick; nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will: when these are gone, The woman will be out. — Adieu, my lord! I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, But that this folly drowns it.
William ShakespeareHe that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
William ShakespeareI feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.
William ShakespeareSweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee? BEATRICE Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. BENEDICK O, stay but till then! BEATRICE 'Then' is spoken; fare you well now... (Much Ado About Nothing)
William Shakespeare