So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being seasoned with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
William ShakespeareBut, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds [vows] disgraced them." Viola: "Thy reason, man?" Feste: "Troth [Truthfully], sir, I can yield you none without words, and words are grown so false, I am loathe to prove reason with them.
William ShakespeareLove looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
William ShakespeareO polished perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night.
William ShakespeareForever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.
William Shakespeare