When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions. – William Shakespeare
The evil that men do lives after them the good is oft interred with their bones. – William Shakespeare

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions. – William Shakespeare
The evil that men do lives after them the good is oft interred with their bones. – William Shakespeare
So did this horse excel a common one
In shape, in courage, color, pace and bone.
…What a horse should have he did not lack,
Save a proud rider on so proud a back. – William Shakespeare
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. – William Shakespeare