shakespeare: macbeth
out, out, brief candle!
life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage
and then is heard no more. it is a tale
told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing.
shakespeare: romeo and juliet
these violent delights have violent ends
and in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
which, as they kiss, consume. the sweetest honey
is loathsome in his own deliciousness
and in the taste confounds the appetite.
therefore love moderately. long love doth so.
too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.