Quote by William Shakespeare

“Tell me, sweet lord, what is ’t that takes from thee Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? Why dost thou bend thine eyes…

— William Shakespeare

And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.

— John Keats

“Thou whose injustice hath supplied the cause That makes me quit the weary life I loathe, As by this wounded bosom thou canst see…

— Miguel de Cervantes

“If thou art worn and hard beset, With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget; If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep Thy heart…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Mortal, what hast thou of such grave concern That thou indulgest in too sickly plaints? Why this bemoaning and beweeping death? For if thy…

— Titus Lucretius Carus

“But ah, but O thou terrible, why wouldst thou rude on me Thy wring-earth right foot rock? lay a lionlimb against me? scan With…

— Gerard Manley Hopkins

“But I am lost in flesh, whose sugared lies, Still mock me and grow bold: Sure thou didst put a mind there, if I…

— George Herbert

“If nothing else will do to sever me from my sins, Lord, send me such sore and trying calamities as shall awake me from…

— Anonymous

“They fashioned a tomb for thee, O holy and high one The Cretans, always liars, evil beasts, idle bellies! But thou art not dead:…

— Epimenides Cretica

“I'll read enough When I do see the very book indeed Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself. Give me that glass…

— William Shakespeare

“BUSY old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us?”

— John Donne

“Then it hits me. I’m actually kneeling before a toilet. The throne, as other drunks call it. How many drunken nights and slungover mornings…

— Mary Karr