Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, In their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?
William ShakespeareIs love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
William ShakespeareI am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger I recover them.
William ShakespeareWhen remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on. What cannot be preserved when fortune takes, Patience her injury a mockery makes. The robb'd that smiles steals something for the thief; He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.
William Shakespeare