William Shakespeare Quotes

That strain again! It had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more: 'Tis not so sweet as it was before.
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

Quotes to Explore

This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to our policies regarding the use of cookies.