Your old virginity is like one of our French withered pears: it looks ill, it eats dryly. – William Shakespeare
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow. – William Shakespeare

Your old virginity is like one of our French withered pears: it looks ill, it eats dryly. – William Shakespeare
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow. – William Shakespeare
I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks. – William Shakespeare
Well, if Fortune be a woman, shes a good wench for this gear. – William Shakespeare