Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. Say she be mute and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility, and say she uttereth piercing eloquence.
William ShakespeareNever play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for life time
William Shakespeare