Sunday, September 22, 2019

Sunday ~ September 22, 2019

Thou hast nor youth, nor age,
But as it were an after-dinner's sleep
Dreaming on both; for all thy blessed youth
Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms
Of palsied eld: and when thou art old and rich,
Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty
To make thy riches pleasant.
What's yet in this
That bears the name of life?

(William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616)


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