William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 126
Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge of thine own cause.
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.
I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless as water in a sieve.
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind.
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both.
Aand in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.
