William Shakespeare
As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, […]
As an unperfect actor on the stage Who with his fear is put besides his […]
When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That […]
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye, And all my soul, and all my every […]
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, […]
O me, what eyes hath love put in my head, Which have no correspondence with […]
From the end of The Tempest: Now my charms are all o’erthrown,And what strength I […]
If there’s a better articulation of human conflictedness/inner turmoil, I haven’t read it. From Richard […]
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye And all my soul and all my every […]