Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. Say she be mute and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility, and say she uttereth piercing eloquence.
William ShakespeareLady, you are the cruel'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.
William ShakespeareThis most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o-erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire.
William ShakespeareWere I the Moor I would not be Iago. In following him I follow but myself; Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, But seeming so for my peculiar end. For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern, โtis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at. I am not what I am
William Shakespeare