William Shakespeare

Come, our stomachs
Will make what's homely savory.

Come, our stomachs
Will make what's homely savory.

Our rash faults
Make trivial price of serious thing we have,
Not knowing them until we know read more

Our rash faults
Make trivial price of serious thing we have,
Not knowing them until we know their grave.

He is well paid that is well satisfied,
And I delivering you am satisfied,
And therein do read more

He is well paid that is well satisfied,
And I delivering you am satisfied,
And therein do account myself well paid;
My mind was never yet more mercenary.

Wise men ne'er wail their present woes.

Wise men ne'er wail their present woes.

But, O thou tyrant,
Do not repent these things, for they are heavier
Than all thy woes read more

But, O thou tyrant,
Do not repent these things, for they are heavier
Than all thy woes can stir. Therefore betake thee
To nothing but despair.