My father compounded with my mother under the Dragon's tail, and my nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows, I am roughand lecherous. Tut, I should have been that I am, had the maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.
William ShakespeareThe man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.
William ShakespeareA jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.
William Shakespeare