Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.
Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice.
A maiden hath no tongue--but thought.
An overflow of good converts to bad.
Time's the king of men; he's both their parent, and he is their grave, and gives them what he will, not what they crave.
Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell.