Many can brook the weather that love not the wind. – William Shakespeare
They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. – William Shakespeare
Many can brook the weather that love not the wind. – William Shakespeare
They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. – 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