Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare come to us?
William ShakespeareLet still woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart, For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner to be lost and warn, Than women's are.
William ShakespeareModerate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.
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 ShakespeareTherefore I tell my sorrows to the stones; Who, though they cannot answer my distress, Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes, For that they will not intercept my tale: When I do weep, they humbly at my feet Receive my tears and seem to weep with me; And, were they but attired in grave weeds, Rome could afford no tribune like to these.
William Shakespeare