When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions. – William Shakespeare
Since I was man,
Such sheets of fire, such bursts of torrid thunder
Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never
Remember to have heard. – William Shakespeare
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions. – William Shakespeare
Since I was man,
Such sheets of fire, such bursts of torrid thunder
Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never
Remember to have heard. – William Shakespeare
For I am full of spirit and resolve to meet all perils very constantly. – 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