William Shakespeare

Who riseth from a feast
With that keen appetite that he sits down?

Who riseth from a feast
With that keen appetite that he sits down?

There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
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There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.

Diseases, desperate grown,
By desperate appliance are reliev'd,
Or not at all.

Diseases, desperate grown,
By desperate appliance are reliev'd,
Or not at all.

That were to blow at fire in hope to quench it;
For who digs hills because they do aspire
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That were to blow at fire in hope to quench it;
For who digs hills because they do aspire
Throws down one mountain to cast up a higher.

The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act read more

The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 1.