The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils. – William Shakespeare
I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air. – William Shakespeare
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils. – William Shakespeare
I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air. – William Shakespeare