To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
William ShakespeareAnd this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
William ShakespeareA man cannot make him laugh; but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.... If I had a thousand sons, the first human principle I would teach them should be, to forswear thin potations and to addict themselves to sack.
William Shakespeare