And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd
William ShakespeareBut whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If you have ever looked on better days, If ever been where bells knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast, If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear, And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied, Let gentleness my strong enforcement be. . . .
William ShakespeareTo beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.
William Shakespeare