A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.
William ShakespeareThou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
William ShakespeareA jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.
William ShakespeareThou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
William Shakespeare