To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars.
William ShakespeareMen's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.
William ShakespeareO, but they say, the tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony: where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain: for they breathe truth, that breathe their words in pain. he, that no more must say, is listened more than they whom youth and ease have taught to gloze; more are men's ends marked, than their lives before: the setting sun, and music at the close, as the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last; writ in rememberance more than things long past
William Shakespeare