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.

If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me;
I had it from my father.

If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me;
I had it from my father.

The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.

The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.

'T is well said again, And 't is a kind of good deed to say well: And yet words are read more

'T is well said again, And 't is a kind of good deed to say well: And yet words are no deeds. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.