Now the melancholy of God protect thee, and the tailor make thy doublet of changable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be everything, and their intent everywhere, for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing.
William ShakespeareThis we prescribe, though no physician; Deep malice makes too deep incision; Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed; Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.
William ShakespeareBeing of no power to make his wishes good: His promises fly so beyond his state That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes For every word.
William Shakespeare