Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And out hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled read more

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And out hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

My poverty, but not my will consents.

My poverty, but not my will consents.

Honour and profit lie not in one sacke.

Honour and profit lie not in one sacke.

It's more paine to doe nothing then something.

It's more paine to doe nothing then something.

The moon is made of a green cheese.

The moon is made of a green cheese.

Living well is the best revenge.

Living well is the best revenge.

So much greater is our thirst for glory than for virtue.

So much greater is our thirst for glory than for virtue.

Most men are bad.

Most men are bad.

Stay a while, that we may make an end the sooner.

Stay a while, that we may make an end the sooner.