SHAKESPEARE ON ANGER, DOUBT &SORROW

ANGER:

To climb steep hills,

Requires slow pace at first: anger is like

A full hot horse, who being allowed his way,

Self-mettle tires him.

DOUBT:

The wound of peace is surety,

Surety secure; but modest doubt is call’d

The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches

To the bottom of the worst

  

SORROW:

Sorrow breaks seasons, and reposing hours,

Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night