Ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, than gain which darkens him.
William ShakespeareHe that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.
William ShakespeareUp and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down
William ShakespeareDevoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause, there's the respect, That makes calamity of so long life
William Shakespeare