But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If you have ever looked on better days, If ever been where bells knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast, If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear, And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied, Let gentleness my strong enforcement be. . . .
William ShakespeareWoe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.
William ShakespeareMy brain more busy than the labouring spider Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.
William Shakespeare