Cowards die many times before their deaths the valiant never taste of death but once. – William Shakespeare
Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying! – William Shakespeare
Cowards die many times before their deaths the valiant never taste of death but once. – William Shakespeare
Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying! – William Shakespeare
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions. – William Shakespeare
He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo. – William Shakespeare