O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess!
William ShakespeareWolves and bears, they say, casting their savagery aside, have done like offices of pity.
William ShakespeareA woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.
William ShakespeareTherefore was I created with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that when I come to woo ladies, I fright them. But, in faith, Kate, the elder I wax, the better I shall appear. My comfort is that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face. Thou hast me, if thou hast me, at the worst, and thou shalt wear me, if thou wear me, better and better.
William Shakespeare