God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!
William ShakespeareSweet recreation barred, what doth ensue but moody and dull melancholy, kinsman to grim and comfortless despair.
William ShakespeareTherefore, to be possess'd with double pomp, To guard a title that was rich before, To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
William Shakespeare