Ferdinand: Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
Live register'd upon our brazen tombs
And then grace us in the disgrace of death;
When, spite of cormorant devouring Time,
The endeavor of this present breath may buy
That honour which shall bate his scythe's keen edge
And make us heirs of all eternity.
opening line from the play Love's Labour's Lost, Act I, Scene 1, script by William Shakespeare (1598)
Added by Dan Costinaş
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