I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. – William Shakespeare
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. – William Shakespeare
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. – William Shakespeare
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. – William Shakespeare
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair. – William Shakespeare
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late. – William Shakespeare