They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad
William ShakespeareIt is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?
William Shakespeare