Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poeta. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore (l. 1-4). . .
The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.