Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. – William Shakespeare
Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear. – William Shakespeare
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. – William Shakespeare
Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear. – William Shakespeare
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions. – William Shakespeare
The rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril. – William Shakespeare