Thursday, March 2, 2017

Shakespeare


So farewell - to the little good you bear me. Farewell?  A long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man; to-day he puts forth the tender leaves of hopes, to-morrow blossoms, and bears his blushing honors thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, and when he thinks, good easy man, full surely his greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, and the he falls as I do.

- Henry the Eighth Act 3
Scene 2, 350-358

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