Our jovial star reigned at his birth. – William Shakespeare
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? – William Shakespeare

Our jovial star reigned at his birth. – William Shakespeare
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? – William Shakespeare
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact. – William Shakespeare
Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear. – William Shakespeare