Sweet are the uses of adversity
I dote on his very absence
How like a winter hath my absence been. From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side
The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
Man, proud man, dressed in a little brief authority, like an angry ape, play such fantastic tricks before high heaven as make the angels weep
Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, Days of absence, I am weary She I love is far away
Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment
Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear