Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me. >>
Dost thou think because thou art virtuous there shall be no more cakes >>
But I will be a bridegroom in my death, and run into a lover's bed. >>
If the only new thing we have to offer is an improved version of the p >>
The investor of today does not profit from yesterday's growth. >>
With memory set smarting like a reopened wound, a man's past is not si >>
What is past is prologue.