O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world! – William Shakespeare
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves; we are underlings. – William Shakespeare

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world! – William Shakespeare
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves; we are underlings. – 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
Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear. – William Shakespeare