Yet but three come one more. Two of both kinds make up four. Ere she comes curst and sad. Cupid is a knavish lad. Thus to make poor females mad.
William ShakespeareHe knows what it's like to strut and fret his hour upon the stage and then be heard no more.
William ShakespeareGLOUCESTER: Yet so much is my poverty of spirit, So mighty and so many my defects, As I had rather hide me from my greatness, Being a bark to brook no mighty sea, Than in my greatness covet to be hid, And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. But God be thanked. . . .
William ShakespeareWoe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.
William Shakespeare