I can only quote from Hamlet here
"Seems, madam! nay it is;I know not seems,
'T is not alone my inky cloak, goo mother
Nor customary suits of solemn black
Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,
No, nor the fruitul river in the eye,
Nor the dejected haviour of the visage,
Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief,
That can denote me truly; these indeed seem,
For they are actions that a man might play;
But I have that within which passeth show;
These but trappings and the suits of woe."
Hamlet, Act I Scene II
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