Men shut their doors against a setting sun. – William Shakespeare
No, I will be the pattern of all patience I will say nothing. – William Shakespeare
Men shut their doors against a setting sun. – William Shakespeare
No, I will be the pattern of all patience I will say nothing. – William Shakespeare
I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw. – William Shakespeare
O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven! Keep me in temper. I would not be mad. – William Shakespeare