For as a surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomach brings, Or as tie heresies that men do leave Are hated most of those they did deceive, So thou, my surfeit and my heresy, Of all be hated, but the most of me!
William Shakespeare, Terri Bourus, Peter Holland (2006). “A Midsummer Night's Dream”, p.101, Sourcebooks, Inc.
