It's easy for someone to joke about scars if they've never been cut.
But no perfection is so absolute, That some impurity doth not pollute.
I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is slicked o'er with the pale cast of thought
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
My love is as a fever, longing still.