Absence from those we love is self from self – a deadly banishment. – William Shakespeare
O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven! Keep me in temper. I would not be mad. – William Shakespeare
Absence from those we love is self from self – a deadly banishment. – William Shakespeare
O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven! Keep me in temper. I would not be mad. – William Shakespeare
Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? – William Shakespeare
The learned compute that seven hundred and seven millions of millions of vibrations have penetrated the eye before the eye can distinguish the tints of a violet. What philosophy can calculate the vibrations of the heart before it can distinguish the colours of love? – Pisistratus Caxton, What Will He Do With It?