The stroke of death is as a lovers pinch, which hurts and is desired. – William Shakespeare
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions. – William Shakespeare
The stroke of death is as a lovers pinch, which hurts and is desired. – William Shakespeare
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions. – William Shakespeare
For Tis the sport to have the engineer hoisted with his own petard. – William Shakespeare
I stalk about her door like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for wattage. – William Shakespeare