We men may say more, swear more, but indeed,
Our shews are more than will; for still we prove
Much in our vows, but little in our love.
Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy?
Viola. I am all the daughters of my father’s house,
And all the brothers too;—and yet I know not.’—
Shakespear alone could describe the effect of his own poetry.
‘Oh, it came o’er the ear like the sweet south
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour.’