Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers Love, nightmare-like, lies heavy on my chest, And weaves itself into my midnight slumbers William S. Gilbert More Quotes by William S. Gilbert More Quotes From William S. Gilbert If you wish in this world to advance Your merits you're bound to enhance You must stir it and stump it, And blow your own trumpet, Or, trust me, you haven't a chance. William S. Gilbert A regular royal queen William S. Gilbert Losers visualize the penalties of failure. Winners visualize the rewards of success. William S. Gilbert
