Your old virginity is like one of our French withered pears: it looks ill, it eats dryly. – William Shakespeare
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age. – William Shakespeare
Your old virginity is like one of our French withered pears: it looks ill, it eats dryly. – William Shakespeare
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age. – William Shakespeare
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. – William Shakespeare
Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar. – William Shakespeare