'Tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow; But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself

Quote by Shakespeare

Topics: Patience Quotes, Self-esteem Quotes, Sorrow Quotes, Virtue Quotes

Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.

Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.

Speak low, if you speak love.

Speak low, if you speak love.

We came into the world like brother and brother; And now let's go hand in...

We came into the world like brother and brother; And now let's go hand in...

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be...

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be...

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by...

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by...

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea...

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea...

Now if these men do not die well, it will be a black matter for...

Now if these men do not die well, it will be a black matter for...

The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.

The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.

Be absolute for death; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter.

Be absolute for death; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter.

Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

Fortune, good night; smile once more, turn thy wheel.

Fortune, good night; smile once more, turn thy wheel.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To...

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To...

To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.

To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.

Journeys end in lovers' meeting; every wise man's son doth know

Journeys end in lovers' meeting; every wise man's son doth know

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

Our foster-nurse of nature is repose

Our foster-nurse of nature is repose

Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?

Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?

But like of each thing that in season grows.

But like of each thing that in season grows.

All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of...

All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of...

For him in vain the envious seasons roll, Who bears eternal summer in his soul.

For him in vain the envious seasons roll, Who bears eternal summer in his soul.