William Shakespeare

One fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
Turn giddy and be read more

One fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
Turn giddy and be holp by backward turning;
One desperate grief cures with another's languish.

Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.

Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.

Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
Brags of his substance, not of ornament.
They are read more

Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
Brags of his substance, not of ornament.
They are but beggars that can count their worth;
But my true love is grown to such excess
I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.

Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee read more

Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale.

Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale.