Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste. – William Shakespeare
I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw. – William Shakespeare
Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste. – William Shakespeare
I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw. – William Shakespeare
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves; we are underlings. – William Shakespeare
If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss and if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor. – William Shakespeare