This is excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune — often the surfeit of our own behaviour — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity: fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an […]
A pack of blessings lights upon thy back; Happiness courts thee in her best array; But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench, Thou pout’st upon thy fortune and thy love; Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Why rail’st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth? Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
My life and death I have put equally Into thy hand; Let not rewards, nor hopes, Be cast into the scale to turn thy faith. Be honest but for virtue’s sake, that’s all. He, that has such a Treasure, cannot fall. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Stand, stand!… Nothing routs us but The villainy of our fears. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
To shame the guise o’ the world, I will begin The fashion, less without and more within. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes: Some falls are means the happier to arise. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Most miserable Is the desire that’s glorious: blest be those, How mean soe’er, that have their honest wills, Which seasons comfort. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge; You go not till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
