Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. – William Shakespeare
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. – William Shakespeare
Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. – William Shakespeare
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. – William Shakespeare
Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. – William Shakespeare
So did this horse excel a common one
In shape, in courage, color, pace and bone.
…What a horse should have he did not lack,
Save a proud rider on so proud a back. – William Shakespeare