William Shakespeare

Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.

Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.

Past and to come seems best; things present worst. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3.

Past and to come seems best; things present worst. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3.

He who has never hoped can never despair.

He who has never hoped can never despair.

There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
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There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have;
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.

Had she been light, like you,
Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
She might ha' been read more

Had she been light, like you,
Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
She might ha' been a grandam ere she died;
And so may you, for a light heart lives long.