Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes. - William Shakespeare

And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days, — I am determined to prove a villain,
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

Good frend for Jesus sake forbeare
To digg the dust encloased heare
Blese be the man that spares these stones
And curst be he that moves my bones

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under't.