Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. – William Shakespeare
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world! – William Shakespeare
Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. – William Shakespeare
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world! – 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