How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking.
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return to plague the inventor.
You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
Quote: What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
Love is the greatest of dreams, yet the worst of nightmares.