He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.
William ShakespeareHe is not worthy of the honey-comb, that shuns the hives because the bees have stings.
William ShakespeareShe never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in thought; and, with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more; but indeed our shows are more than will; for we still prove much in our vows but little in our love.
William Shakespeare