Oh, injurious love, that respites me a life, whose very comfort is still a dying horror
William ShakespeareThis is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property ordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings.
William ShakespeareOh, injurious love, that respites me a life, whose very comfort is still a dying horror
William ShakespeareThis is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property ordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings.
William Shakespeare