summer love.

"There's no art
To find the mind's construction in the face."
-Duncan, I.iv

"Stars, hide your fires;
Let not light see my black and deep desires.
The eye wink at the hand, yet let that be
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see."
-Macbeth, I.iv

"False face must hide what the false heart doth
know."
-Macbeth, I.vii

"O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!"
-Macbeth, III.ii

"We are yet but young in deed."
-Macbeth, III.iv

"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
-Macbeth, V.v

--MACBETH