Night's candles have burned out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops." Hope tinged with melancholy - like life.
William ShakespeareVice repeated is like the wandering wind, blows dust in others' eyes to spread itself.
William ShakespeareI have almost forgotten the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have coolโd to hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir as life were inโt: I have supt full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, cannot once start me.
William Shakespeare