You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.
Take all the swift advantage of the hours.
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond.
Madam, you have bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins.
There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)