All is well ended if this suit be won. That you express content; which we will pay, With strife to please you, day exceeding day.
William ShakespeareAlas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will!
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