Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers. – William Shakespeare
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow. – William Shakespeare

Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers. – William Shakespeare
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow. – William Shakespeare
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. – William Shakespeare