Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. – William Shakespeare
When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry. – William Shakespeare
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. – William Shakespeare
When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry. – William Shakespeare
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world! – William Shakespeare