Farewell Quote by William Shakespeare
“Farewell? a long farewell to all my greatness. This is the state of man; todayhe puts forth The tender leaves of hopes, tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, akilling frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls as I do.”