Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And - when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening - nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
William ShakespearePerseverance... keeps honor bright: to have done, is to hang quite out of fashion, like a rusty nail in monumental mockery.
William ShakespeareI loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.
William Shakespeare