. . from this moment The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done.
William ShakespeareIf her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star!
William ShakespeareI will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.
William Shakespeare