Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
William ShakespeareAs in a theatre, the eyes of men, after a well-graced actor leaves the stage, are idly bent on him that enters next.
William ShakespeareBut whate'er I am, nor I nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleased 'til he be eased With being nothing.
William Shakespeare