“Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Draws on apace; four happy days bring in Another moon: but, O, methinks, how slow This… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“a bright sun darkens, a full moon wanes, a full cup overflows, and decay follows prosperity” — Mo Yan Copy Share Image
How slow This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires, Like to a stepdame, or a dowager, Long withering out a young… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
