He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.
William ShakespeareI am not mad; I would to heaven I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself; O, if I could, what grief should I forget!
William ShakespearePardon, gentles all, the flat unraised spirits that have dared on this unworthy scaffold to bring forth so great an object.
William Shakespeare