And it is very much lamented,... That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow.
William ShakespeareA violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.
William ShakespeareVanity keeps persons in favor with themselves who are out of favor with all others.
William Shakespeare