William Shakespeare

But doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his
youth that he cannot endure in read more

But doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his
youth that he cannot endure in his age.

It adds a precious seeing to the eye. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.

It adds a precious seeing to the eye. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.

What think you, if he were conveyed to bed,
Wrapped in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,
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What think you, if he were conveyed to bed,
Wrapped in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,
A most delicious banquet by his bed,
And brave attendants near him when he wakes,
Would not the beggar then forget himself?

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds read more

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So ling lives this, and this gives life to thee.

I go, I go, look how I go,
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.

I go, I go, look how I go,
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.