Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue.
William ShakespeareO! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!
William ShakespeareIf there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes. If the winds rages, doth not the sea wax mad, threat'ning the welkin with its big-swoll'n face? And wilt though have a reason for this coil? I am the sea. Hark how her sighs doth blow. She is the weeping welkin, I the earth.
William Shakespeare