Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving.
William ShakespeareMy language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech. Were I but where 'tis spoken.
William ShakespeareO good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion, And having that do choke their service up Even with the having. . . .
William Shakespeare