Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers. – William Shakespeare
My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy. – William Shakespeare

Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers. – William Shakespeare
My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy. – William Shakespeare
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions. – William Shakespeare
The stroke of death is as a lovers pinch, which hurts and is desired. – William Shakespeare