A rarer spirit never Did steer humanity; but you gods will give us Some faults to make us men.
William ShakespeareDie for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight
William ShakespeareA rarer spirit never Did steer humanity; but you gods will give us Some faults to make us men.
William ShakespeareDie for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight
William Shakespeare