Fred

“There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring [making music] to the young-eyed cherubins;
Such harmony is in immortal souls,
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it.”
― william shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

“The moon shines bright: in such a night as this,
When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees,
And they did make no noise, in such a night,
Troilus methinks mounted the Troyan walls,
And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents,
Where Cressid lay that night.”
― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

“You have too much respect upon the world; They lose it that do buy it with much care”
― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

“Her name is Portia”
― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice