Thrust your head into the public street, to gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces.
William ShakespeareSilence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for you and dote upon the exchange.
William ShakespeareSometimes we are devils to ourselves When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.
William ShakespeareGet thee glass eyes, and like a scurvy politician, seem to see the things thou dost not.
William Shakespeare