Remembrance of things past. – William Shakespeare
The stroke of death is as a lovers pinch, which hurts and is desired. – William Shakespeare
Remembrance of things past. – William Shakespeare
The stroke of death is as a lovers pinch, which hurts and is desired. – William Shakespeare
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. – William Shakespeare
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another. – William Shakespeare