Where hateful Death put on his ugliest mask.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks.
Assure thee, if I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it to the last article." --Othello, Act III, Scene iii
Things in motion sooner catch the eye than what not stirs.
His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise.