They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die. I'll wink and couch; no man their works must eye.
William ShakespeareSometimes we are devils to ourselves When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.
William ShakespeareShe never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in thought; and, with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more; but indeed our shows are more than will; for we still prove much in our vows but little in our love.
William Shakespeare