When beggars die, there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
William ShakespeareEvery man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbour's faults, and another behind him in which he stows his own.
William ShakespeareO, what a world of vile ill-favored faults, looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
William Shakespeare