Then I defy you, stars!
And as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them into shapes, and give to airy nothings a local habitation and a name.
Yes, and shall do till the pangs of death shake him. Infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make the better fool.
O woe is me To have seen what I have seen see what I see.
Ay, truly, for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness.
Let not light see my black and deep desires. They eye wink at the hand, yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.