Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. Then your love would also change.
William ShakespeareI have no way and therefore want no eyes I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen our means secure us, and our mere defects prove our commodities.
William ShakespeareThine eyes I love, and they as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
William Shakespeare