Unquiet meals make ill digestions. – William Shakespeare
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? – William Shakespeare

Unquiet meals make ill digestions. – William Shakespeare
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? – William Shakespeare
God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another. – William Shakespeare
All the worlds a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages. – William Shakespeare