Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear respose for limbs with travel tirèd;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expirèd.
(Sonnet 27: Weary With Toil, I Haste Me To My Bed)
More Quotes from William Shakespeare:
Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.William Shakespeare
How now a rat Dead for a ducat, dead.
William Shakespeare
Time hath a wallet at his back, wherein he puts. Alms for oblivion, a great-sized monster of ingratitudes.
William Shakespeare
Smile you my speeches, as I were a fool?
William Shakespeare
Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
My verse alone had all thy gentle grace,
But now my gracious numbers are decayed,
And my sick Muse doth give an other place.
William Shakespeare
In truth, sir, and she is pretty, and honest, and
gentle; and one that is your friend, I can tell you that by
the way; I praise heaven for it.
William Shakespeare
Readers Who Like This Quotation Also Like:
Based on Topics: Mind QuotesBased on Keywords: bodys, expired, haste, limbs
A scientist should be the happiest of men.
George Wald
So, in effect, my first sale was actually two books.
George Stephen
I therefore beg that you would indulge me with the liberty of declining the arduous trust.
Christopher Gadsden