She is rich in beauty.
Now I see the mystery of your loneliness .
Welcome the sour cup of prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again, and till then, Sit thee down, sorrow!
Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.
However keen the insight of Shakespeare may have been into the hearts of his high-born characters, he had no conception of the unity of the human race. For him the prince and the peasant were not of the same blood.
For what says Quinapalus? Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.