Lady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.
William ShakespeareYou see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both.
William ShakespeareLady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.
William ShakespeareYou see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both.
William Shakespeare