Oh for a book and a shady nook,Either indoors or out,with the green leaves whispering overhead,or the street cries all about.Where I may read at all my easeboth of the new and old,For a jolly good book whereon to lookis better to me than gold - John Wilson
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still. - William Shakespeare