Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
William ShakespeareMy tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.
William ShakespeareWhat hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptuneโs ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.โ โMy hands are of your colour; but I shame to wear a heart so white. A little water clears us of this deed: How easy it is then! Your constancy hath left you unattended.
William Shakespeare