The rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril. – William Shakespeare
I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw. – William Shakespeare

The rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril. – William Shakespeare
I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw. – William Shakespeare
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind. – William Shakespeare