Sometimes we are devils to ourselves When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.
William ShakespeareI pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme. . .
William Shakespeare