I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath; Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both.
William ShakespeareFeed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief
William ShakespeareThe sense of death is most in apprehension, And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
William Shakespeare