 As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done : perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way ; For honour travels in a strait so narrow...  The Plays of William Shakespeare - Page 65by William Shakespeare - 1804Full view - About this book
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