There is none of my uncle's marks upon you; he taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage of rushes I am sure you are not prisoner.
William ShakespeareA lean cheek; which you have not: a blue eye, and sunken; which you have not: an unquestionable spirit; which you have not: a beard neglected; which you have not: โ but I pardon you for that; for, simply, your having1 in beard is a younger brother's revenue: โ Then your hose should be ungarter'd, your bonnet unhanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and every thing about you demonstrating a careless desolation.
William ShakespeareLove is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. *Hereโs what love is: a smoke made out of lovers' sighs. When the smoke clears, love is a fire burning in your loverโs eyes. If you frustrate love, you get an ocean made out of lovers' tears. What else is love? Itโs a wise form of madness. Itโs a sweet lozenge that you choke on.*
William Shakespeare