Your old virginity is like one of our French withered pears: it looks ill, it eats dryly. – William Shakespeare
Life every man holds dear but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life. – William Shakespeare
Your old virginity is like one of our French withered pears: it looks ill, it eats dryly. – William Shakespeare
Life every man holds dear but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life. – William Shakespeare
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late. – William Shakespeare
O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven! Keep me in temper. I would not be mad. – William Shakespeare