O, but they say, the tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony: where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain: for they breathe truth, that breathe their words in pain. he, that no more must say, is listened more than they whom youth and ease have taught to gloze; more are men's ends marked, than their lives before: the setting sun, and music at the close, as the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last; writ in rememberance more than things long past
William ShakespeareA gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.
William ShakespeareI have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.
William Shakespeare