The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
Fruit is a noble cause,the cause of flower is sweet,but still let me in the obscurity of the shadow of the dedication to do it cause leaf.
Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils.
