Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair. – William Shakespeare
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world! – William Shakespeare
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair. – William Shakespeare
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world! – William Shakespeare
I stalk about her door like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for wattage. – William Shakespeare
These earthly godfathers of Heavens lights, that give a name to every fixed star, have no more profit of their shining nights than those that walk and know not what they are. – William Shakespeare