William Shakespeare

Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime rot and consume themselves in little time.

Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime rot and consume themselves in little time.

Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.

Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.

And wilt thou still be hammering treachery
To tumble down thy husband and thyself
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And wilt thou still be hammering treachery
To tumble down thy husband and thyself
From top of honor to disgrace's feet?

When thou cam'st first,
Thou strok'st me and made much of me; wouldst give me
Water with read more

When thou cam'st first,
Thou strok'st me and made much of me; wouldst give me
Water with berries in't; and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night; and then I loved thee
And showed thee all the qualities o' th' isle,
The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.

We may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running.

We may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running.