If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul. – William Shakespeare
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils. – William Shakespeare

If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul. – William Shakespeare
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils. – William Shakespeare
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind. – William Shakespeare