𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓨𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓜𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓵𝔂

"A blank, my lord. She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek. She pined 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 still we prove
Much in our vows, but little in our love."
-William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night( Act 2, Scene 4)