And be these juggling friends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope.
William ShakespeareGive sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
William ShakespeareWe do not keep the outward form of order, where there is deep disorder in the mind.
William Shakespeare