Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
William ShakespeareROSS You must have patience, madam. LADY MACDUFF He had none: His flight was madness: when our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors.
William ShakespeareIt is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?
William Shakespeare