Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night

Quote by Shakespeare

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Every one can master a grief but he that has it

Every one can master a grief but he that has it

The wheel is come full circle.

The wheel is come full circle.

Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.

Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.

The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

There's no trust, no faith, no honesty, in men; all perjured, all forsworn, all nought,...

There's no trust, no faith, no honesty, in men; all perjured, all forsworn, all nought,...

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid...

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid...

If all the year were playing holidays, to sport would be as tedious as to...

If all the year were playing holidays, to sport would be as tedious as to...

All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that...

All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that...

I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me...

I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me...

Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side

Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side

And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in running...

And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in running...

But men are men; the best sometimes forget.

But men are men; the best sometimes forget.

An old man is twice a child.

An old man is twice a child.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Age, I do abhor thee, youth, I do adore thee.

Age, I do abhor thee, youth, I do adore thee.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged a fire sparkling...

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged a fire sparkling...

I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.

I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.

Service is no heritage.

Service is no heritage.

Remember that the happiest people are not those getting more, but those giving more.

Remember that the happiest people are not those getting more, but those giving more.

That service is the noblest which is rendered for its own sake.

That service is the noblest which is rendered for its own sake.