O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
William ShakespeareAnd be these juggling friends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope.
William ShakespeareLove goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
William Shakespeare