Like one who draws the model of a house beyond his power to build it who, half through, gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost a naked subject to the weeping clouds.
William ShakespeareFor death remembered should be like a mirror, Who tells us life’s but breath, to trust it error.
William ShakespeareSlander, whose whisper over the world's diameter, as level as the cannon to its blank, transports its poisoned shot.
William Shakespeare