William Shakespeare,
Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile
(1910)
“ For nature cressant does not grow alone,In thewes and Bulke: but as his Temple waxes,The inward seruice of the Minde and SouleGrowes wide withall. Perhaps he loues you now,And now no soyle nor cautell doth besmerchThe vertue of his feare: but you must feare His greatnesse weigh'd, his will is not his owne ”
