Tired with all these for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn.
William ShakespeareThere should be hours for necessities, not for delights; times to repair our nature with comforting repose, and not for us to waste these times.
William ShakespeareLike a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.
William Shakespeare