For it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours

William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

Enjoy Falls Not Prize Whiles Worth

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