Wednesday ~ February 22, 2017

Thou hast nor youth, nor age,
But as it were an sfter-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 bear's the name of life?

( William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616 )