Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
William ShakespeareAs a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite, Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.
William ShakespeareI despised my arrival on this earth and I despise my departure; it is a tragedy.
William Shakespeare