"From now on, everything in life will appear blurry to me. What’s the point of wiping my glasses when my vision has alr..."

"You may my glories and my state depose, But not my griefs; still am I king of those..."

"I have, as when the sun doth light a storm, Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile: But sorrow, that is couch'd in seemi..."