A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age. – William Shakespeare
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. – William Shakespeare
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age. – William Shakespeare
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. – William Shakespeare
My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy. – William Shakespeare