Oh, injurious love, that respites me a life, whose very comfort is still a dying horror
William ShakespeareExcellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
William ShakespeareFeed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief
William Shakespeare