Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
William ShakespeareHe that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle.
William ShakespeareCan I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
William ShakespeareHe that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle.
William Shakespeare