It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves; we are underlings. – William Shakespeare
But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another mans eyes. – William Shakespeare
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves; we are underlings. – William Shakespeare
But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another mans eyes. – William Shakespeare
I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw. – William Shakespeare
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? – William Shakespeare