Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste. – William Shakespeare
He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo. – William Shakespeare

Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste. – William Shakespeare
He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo. – William Shakespeare
Your old virginity is like one of our French withered pears: it looks ill, it eats dryly. – William Shakespeare
Cowards die many times before their deaths the valiant never taste of death but once. – William Shakespeare