William Shakespeare: Minutes, hours, days, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet

Minutes, hours, days, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were create — William Shakespeare

Minutes, hours, days, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this!

William Shakespeare

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