God has given you one face, and you make yourself another. – William Shakespeare
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. – William Shakespeare
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another. – William Shakespeare
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. – William Shakespeare
Come, lets have one other gaudy night. Call to me. All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more. Lets mock the midnight bell. – 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