To unpathed waters, undreamed shores. – William Shakespeare
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? – William Shakespeare

To unpathed waters, undreamed shores. – William Shakespeare
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? – William Shakespeare
I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air. – William Shakespeare
I have touched the highest point of all my greatness, and from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting. – William Shakespeare