Prosperity's the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.
William ShakespeareAntonio: Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.
William ShakespeareThrust your head into the public street, to gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces.
William Shakespeare