Quotes from Shakespeare

A wretched soul, brusied with adversity, we bid be quiet when we hear it cry; but were we burened with like weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.

Since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of.

I must be cruel only to kind; thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

I wish you well and so I take my leave, I pray you know me when we meet again.