Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing of her gallรจd eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
William ShakespeareAs honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
William Shakespeare