I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw. – William Shakespeare
They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. – William Shakespeare

I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw. – William Shakespeare
They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. – William Shakespeare
I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people. – William Shakespeare