O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world! – William Shakespeare
Your old virginity is like one of our French withered pears: it looks ill, it eats dryly. – William Shakespeare
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world! – William Shakespeare
Your old virginity is like one of our French withered pears: it looks ill, it eats dryly. – William Shakespeare
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. – William Shakespeare