Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
William Shakespeare[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.
William ShakespeareCall me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
William Shakespeare[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.
William Shakespeare