Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Shakespeare, 24th April

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.

Sonnet XXXV

There's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

Hamlet, Act v., Sc. 2.

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