I have lived fourscore years and upward; I never
heard a man of his place, gravity, and learning, so wide of
his own respect.
I have lived fourscore years and upward; I never
heard a man of his place, gravity, and learning, so wide of
his own respect.
A thousand spleens bear her a thousand ways;
She treads the path that she untreads again;
Her more than haste is mated with delays,
Like the proceedings of a drunken brain,
Full of respects, yet nought at all respecting;
In hand with all things, nought at all effecting.
O powerful love,that in some respects makes a beast a man,in some other, a man a beast.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life
Then others for the breath of words respect,
Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories