William Shakespeare

The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope.

The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.

Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime rot and consume themselves in little time.

Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime rot and consume themselves in little time.

Let every eye negotiate for itself
And trust no agent.

Let every eye negotiate for itself
And trust no agent.

Robust grass endures mighty winds; loyal ministers emerge through
ordeal.

Robust grass endures mighty winds; loyal ministers emerge through
ordeal.