World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee/ Life would not yield to age.
William ShakespeareA woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.
William ShakespeareWorld, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee/ Life would not yield to age.
William ShakespeareA woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.
William Shakespeare