Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
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 ShakespeareUnless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-colored taffeta, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day.
William ShakespeareUp and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down
William Shakespeare