Sunday, August 17, 2008


Grandam, one night as we did sit
at supper,
My uncle talked how I did grow,
more than my brothers,
"Ay" quoth my uncle Gloucester,
"Small herbs have grace;
great weeds do grow apace."
And since me thinks I would not
grow so fast
Because sweet flowers are slow
and weeds make haste."

King Richard III , Shakespeare

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