Unquiet meals make ill digestions. – 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
Unquiet meals make ill digestions. – 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
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact. – William Shakespeare
Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying! – William Shakespeare