“No deeper wrinkles yet?Hath sorrow struckSo many blows upon this face of mineAnd made no deeper wounds?”
“I'll read enoughWhen I do see the very book indeedWhere all my sins are writ, and that's myself.Give me that glass and therein will I read.No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struckSo many blows upon this face of mineAnd made no deeper wounds?O flattering glass,Like to my followers in prosperityThou dost beguile me!”
“Nature has neither love nor hate, and with indifference smiles upon the light at heart and to the heavy brings a deeper sorrow.”
“There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.”
“The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.”
“Words wound deeper than any knife, my lord. Often they fester and never heal.”