O the world is but a word; were it all yours to give it in a breath, how quickly were it gone!
William ShakespeareOut, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky!
William ShakespeareIf there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!' The jaws of darkness do devour it up; So quick bright things come to confusion.
William Shakespeare