If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is. ~William Shakespeare
No reckoning made, but sent to my account with all my imperfections on my head.
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke?