And be these juggling friends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope.
William ShakespeareBut I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.
William ShakespeareI stalk about her door, like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for waftage.
William Shakespeare