English playwright, poet, and actor
It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.
Exceeds man's might: that dwells with the gods above.
I dote on his very absence.
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.
Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
How well he's read, to reason against reading!