Bring me a constant woman to her husband, One that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure, And to that woman, when she has done most, Yet will I add an honour-a great patience.
William ShakespeareLove like a shadow flies when substance love pursues Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.
William ShakespeareThe lowest ebb is the turn of the tide. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow We are such stuff as dreams are made of.
William Shakespeare