Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time. – William Shakespeare
Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. – William Shakespeare

Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time. – William Shakespeare
Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. – William Shakespeare
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions. – William Shakespeare
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god. – William Shakespeare