William Shakespeare

He that hath the grace of God, hath wealth enough.

He that hath the grace of God, hath wealth enough.

The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword,
Th' expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass read more

The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword,
Th' expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
Th' observed of all observers, quite, quite down!

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.

Every night he comes
With musics of all sorts, and songs composed
To her unworthiness. It nothing read more

Every night he comes
With musics of all sorts, and songs composed
To her unworthiness. It nothing steads us
To chide him from our eaves, for he persists
As if his life lay on't.

The worst is not
So long as we can say 'This is the worst.'

The worst is not
So long as we can say 'This is the worst.'