Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing of her gallรจd eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
William ShakespeareHamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love.
William ShakespeareROMEO to BALTHASAR But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.
William Shakespeare