Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves.

“The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to Earth, fro…”

“ينام المتعب على وسادة من الحجر ليستريح، أما الكسول فلن يجد الراحة ولو على وسادة…”

“É quase dia; desejara que já tivesses ido, não mais longe porém, do que a trave…”

“Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds, that shakes not, though they blow…”