With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
love is blindand lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit
William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.
William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice