Monday, June 24, 2019

Nips His Root


So farewell to the little good you bear me.  Farewell? a long farewell to all my greatness!

This is the state of man today he puts forth the tender leaves of hopes, tomorrow 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 then he falls as I do.

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