All that glitters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life has sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold Had you been as wise as bold, Your in limbs, in judgment old, Your answer had not been in'scroll'd Fare you well: your suit is cold.' Cold, indeed, and labour lost: Then, farewell, heat and welcome, frost!
William ShakespeareO, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do.
William ShakespeareWhen a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.
William Shakespeare