Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.
For to be wise and love exceeds man's might.
While we lie tumbling in the hay.
Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth
These times of woe afford no time to woo.
Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.