But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If you have ever looked on better days, If ever been where bells knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast, If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear, And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied, Let gentleness my strong enforcement be. . . .
William ShakespeareMurder most foul, as in the best it it; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
William ShakespeareThis passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.
William Shakespeare