Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
All that glitters is not gold.
Love will not be spurred to what it loathes
Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Time travels in divers paces with divers persons.
There's nothing in this world can make me joy: Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.