O sir, you are old; nature in you stands on the very verge of her confine; you should be ruled and led by some discretion, that discerns your fate better than you yourself.
William ShakespeareBenvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
William ShakespeareBut wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat.
William ShakespeareThe lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair: The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another white despair; A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath; But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth A vengeful canker eat him up to death. More flowers I noted, yet I none could see But sweet or colour it had stol'n from thee.
William Shakespeare