A Quote by William Shakespeare on day, farewells, good, greatness, and hope

Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And - when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening - nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.

William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)

Source: King Henry VII, 1613

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