The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact. – William Shakespeare
Your old virginity is like one of our French withered pears: it looks ill, it eats dryly. – William Shakespeare
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact. – William Shakespeare
Your old virginity is like one of our French withered pears: it looks ill, it eats dryly. – William Shakespeare
O curse of marriage that we can call these delicate creatures ours and not their appetites! – William Shakespeare
Now, neighbor confines, purge you of your scum! Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance, revel the night, rob, murder, and commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways? – William Shakespeare