And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.
William ShakespeareNo, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel: My griefs cry louder than advertisement.
William ShakespeareCrabbed age and youth cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care.
William Shakespeare