They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. – William Shakespeare
If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me. – William Shakespeare
They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. – William Shakespeare
If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me. – William Shakespeare
The rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril. – William Shakespeare