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.
William ShakespeareA college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?
William ShakespeareTush! Fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate; Talkers are no good doers: be assured We come to use our hands and not our tongues.
William Shakespeare