ينام المتعب على وسادة من الحجر ليستريح، أما الكسول فلن يجد الراحة ولو على وسادة من الريش

“We strut and fret our hour upon the stage and then are no more.”

“There's a divinity that shapes our ends,Rough-hew them how we will.”

“You have but mistook me all the while... I live by bread like you, taste grief,…”

“Ill deeds is doubled with an evil word.”