Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.
William ShakespeareO, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena
William ShakespeareAll that glitters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life has sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold Had you been as wise as bold, Your in limbs, in judgment old, Your answer had not been in'scroll'd Fare you well: your suit is cold.' Cold, indeed, and labour lost: Then, farewell, heat and welcome, frost!
William Shakespeare