William Shakespeare

Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?

Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?

Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind.

Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind.

Now it is the time of night
That the graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth read more

Now it is the time of night
That the graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the churchway paths to glide.

Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes
And interchanged love tokens with my child;
Thou hast read more

Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes
And interchanged love tokens with my child;
Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung
With feigning voice verses of feigning love.

No, misery makes sport to mock itself.

No, misery makes sport to mock itself.