O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world! – William Shakespeare
Brevity is the soul of wit, and tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes. – William Shakespeare
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world! – William Shakespeare
Brevity is the soul of wit, and tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes. – William Shakespeare
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. – William Shakespeare
I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks. – William Shakespeare