Aand in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?
William ShakespeareThey say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad
William ShakespeareAand in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?
William ShakespeareThey say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad
William Shakespeare