The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together. [all's well that ends well IV.iii]
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.---. ( o_o ) \_=_/ .-|q|-. |pluma|
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together. [all's well that ends well IV.iii]
To be, or not to be, that is the question. [hamlet III.i]
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
If music be the food of love, play on. [twelfth night I.i]
.---. ( o_o ) \_=_/ .-|q|-. |pluma|
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. [midsummer III.ii]
all the world is a stage, and all the men and women merely players. [as you like it II.vii]