'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay trees in our country are all wither'd.
William ShakespeareThe tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I That, lying by the violet in the sun, Do as the carrion does, not as the flower, Corrupt with virtuous season.
William ShakespeareI hold it cowardice To rest mistrustful where a noble heart Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love.
William Shakespeare