But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another mans eyes. – William Shakespeare
O comfort-killing night, image of hell, dim register and notary of shame, black stage for tragedies and murders fell, vast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame! – William Shakespeare
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god. – William Shakespeare
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor mens cottage princes palaces. – William Shakespeare