Heaven, envious of our joys, is waxen pale; And when we whisper, then the stars fall down To be partakers of our honey talk.(Dido, Queen of Carthage 4.4.52-54) - Christopher Marlowe
Now my love is thaw'd; which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was. - William Shakespeare
Men have marble, women waxen, minds. - William Shakespeare