How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? – William Shakespeare
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. – William Shakespeare
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? – William Shakespeare
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. – William Shakespeare
He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends. – William Shakespeare