Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand, And the youth, mistook by me, Pleading for a lover's fee. Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!
William ShakespeareIf they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground
William ShakespeareAll that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
William Shakespeare