Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
William ShakespeareSo, you are very welcome to our house. It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy.
William Shakespeare