Shakespeare’s The Tempest, Act 2, scene 1, lines 210…
She that is Queen of Tunis; she that dwells
Ten leagues beyond man’s life; she that from Naples
Can have no note, unless the sun were post—
The Man i’ th’ Moon’s too slow—till new-born chins
Be rough and razorable; she that from whom
We all were sea-swallow’d, though some cast again
(And by that destiny) to perform an act
Whereof what’s past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge.
(Antonio)
Just a line I like, looking ahead by looking back.
#shakespeare
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