Displeasure, Rash: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations
Our rash faults Make trivial price of serious things we have, Not knowing them until we know their grave. Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust, Destroy our friends, and after, weep their dust: Our own love waking cries to see what's done, While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon. A. W. v.