and frailty, as men have?
Listen to many, speak to a few. — William Shakespeare (Hamlet) Image: By Kevin Walsh (kevinzim) from Oxford, England (Flickr) [CC BY 2.0], via Wikimedia Commons
And now doth time waste me.
Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician,
— To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
— King Lear, by William Shakespeare