Love is too young to know what conscience is. – William Shakespeare
I stalk about her door like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for wattage. – William Shakespeare
Love is too young to know what conscience is. – William Shakespeare
I stalk about her door like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for wattage. – William Shakespeare
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? – William Shakespeare
For there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. – William Shakespeare