How poor are they who have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees.
~William Shakespeare
I pray thee cease thy counsel, which falls into mine ears as profitless as water in a sieve.
~William Shakespeare
I wish you well and so I take my leave, I Pray you know me when we meet again.
~William Shakespeare
In a false quarrel there is no true valour.
Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear.
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