If music be the food of love, play on. – William Shakespeare
The rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril. – William Shakespeare
If music be the food of love, play on. – William Shakespeare
The rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril. – William Shakespeare
Your old virginity is like one of our French withered pears: it looks ill, it eats dryly. – William Shakespeare
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age. – William Shakespeare