I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.(IAGO,ActI,SceneI)
William ShakespeareThou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
William ShakespeareMy love is thaw'd; Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was
William Shakespeare