O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults, looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
William ShakespeareIf I for my opinion bleed, opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt, and keep me on the side where still I am.
William ShakespeareO, what a world of vile ill-favored faults, looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
William ShakespeareIf I for my opinion bleed, opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt, and keep me on the side where still I am.
William Shakespeare