They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. – William Shakespeare
Well, if Fortune be a woman, shes a good wench for this gear. – William Shakespeare
They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. – William Shakespeare
Well, if Fortune be a woman, shes a good wench for this gear. – William Shakespeare
I stalk about her door like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for wattage. – William Shakespeare
Since I was man,
Such sheets of fire, such bursts of torrid thunder
Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never
Remember to have heard. – William Shakespeare