They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. – William Shakespeare
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact. – William Shakespeare
They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. – William Shakespeare
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact. – William Shakespeare
Brevity is the soul of wit, and tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes. – William Shakespeare
O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven! Keep me in temper. I would not be mad. – William Shakespeare