Thursday, July 25, 2013

Shakespeare, 25th July

Honour travels in a strait so narrow,
Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path:
For emulation hath a thousand sons,
That one by one pursue: if you give way,
Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,
Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by,
And leave you hindmost.

Troilus and Cressida, Act iii., Sc. 3.

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