Night's candles have burned out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops." Hope tinged with melancholy - like life.

“Llévate mi bendición y graba en tu memoria estos principios: no le prestes leng…”

“Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?"Malvolio: "Fool, there was neve…”

“How came the noble Timon to this change?TIMON: As the moon does, by wanting lig…”

“As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but, in…”