To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
William ShakespeareO, how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in the praise thereof spends all his might To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame.
William ShakespeareEre yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing of her gallรจd eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
William Shakespeare