Thursday, September 19, 2013

Shakespeare, 19th September

Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.

Macbeth, Act ii., Sc. 2.

How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.

As You Like It, Act v., Sc. 2.

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