William Shakespeare

The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he;
His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be.

The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he;
His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be.

Let the end try the man. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Let the end try the man. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Men at some time are masters of their fates.

Men at some time are masters of their fates.

Revenge and wrong bring forth their kind;
The foul cubs like their parents are.

Revenge and wrong bring forth their kind;
The foul cubs like their parents are.

But that our feasts
In every mess have folly, and the feeders
Digest it with a custom, read more

But that our feasts
In every mess have folly, and the feeders
Digest it with a custom, I should blush
To see you so attired, swoon, I think,
To show myself a glass.