O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena
William ShakespeareBut thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
William ShakespeareMy glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.
William Shakespeare