So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. William Shakespeare
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white. William Shakespeare
My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.
My lоvе as deep; thе more I givе to thее, Thе more I hаvе, bоth are infinitе. William Shakespeare
My lоvе as deep; thе more I givе to thее, Thе more I hаvе, bоth are infinitе.
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. William Shakespeare
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain. William Shakespeare
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
