O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess!
William ShakespeareThe eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
William ShakespeareThings base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity
William Shakespeare