Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
William Shakespeare
You may my glories and my state depose, But not my griefs; still am I king of those.
William Shakespeare
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
William Shakespeare
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud For grief is proud an't makes his owner stoop
William Shakespeare
Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
William Shakespeare
We are such stuff as dreams are made of, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
William Shakespeare