Every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbour's faults, and another behind him in which he stows his own.
William ShakespeareIf there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes. If the winds rages, doth not the sea wax mad, threat'ning the welkin with its big-swoll'n face? And wilt though have a reason for this coil? I am the sea. Hark how her sighs doth blow. She is the weeping welkin, I the earth.
William Shakespeare