Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.
William ShakespeareAnd to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. BEATRICE No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.
William ShakespeareWhen to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought.
William ShakespeareI'll privily away; I love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes; Though it do well, I do not relish well Their loud applause and aves vehement, Nor do I think the man of safe discretion That does not affect it.
William Shakespeare