William Shakespeare

It so falls out
That what we have we prize not to the worth
Whiles we enjoy read more

It so falls out
That what we have we prize not to the worth
Whiles we enjoy it; but being lacked and lost,
Why, then we rack the value.

Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?

Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of read more

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.

Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again? -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again? -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear,
That things ill got had ever bad success?

But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear,
That things ill got had ever bad success?