Saturday, July 27, 2013

Shakespeare, 27th July

Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.

King Henry VI., Pt I., Act i., Sc. 2.

             We bring forth weeds
When our quick minds lie still.

Antony and Cleopatra, Act i., Sc. 2.

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