William Shakespeare

There 's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good read more

There 's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with 't. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

Wise men ne'er wail their present woes.

Wise men ne'er wail their present woes.

Sick now? droop now? This sickness doth infect
The very lifeblood of our enterprise.

Sick now? droop now? This sickness doth infect
The very lifeblood of our enterprise.

Two starving men cannot be twice as hungry as one; but two
rascals can be ten times as vicious read more

Two starving men cannot be twice as hungry as one; but two
rascals can be ten times as vicious as one.

Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
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Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
Making it momentany as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!'
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.