Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps...
The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies ... - Pągina 330
per William Shakespeare - 1823
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