There is a kind of character in thy life, That to the observer doth thy history, fully unfold.
William ShakespeareSuit the action to the word : the word to the action : with this special observance that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature.
William ShakespeareThere is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them: There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook.
William Shakespeare