I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. – William Shakespeare
God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another. – William Shakespeare

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. – William Shakespeare
God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another. – William Shakespeare
O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven! Keep me in temper. I would not be mad. – William Shakespeare
These earthly godfathers of Heavens lights, that give a name to every fixed star, have no more profit of their shining nights than those that walk and know not what they are. – William Shakespeare