'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay trees in our country are all wither'd.
William ShakespeareSince mine own doors refuse to entertain me, I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me
William Shakespeare'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay trees in our country are all wither'd.
William ShakespeareSince mine own doors refuse to entertain me, I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me
William Shakespeare