"Look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold;
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st
But in his motion like an angel sings."
--Shakespeare, Merchant of Venice 5:1.
| The Wind Fulfills His Word. | [173 S.A.] |
"The snow, the vapour and the stormy wind
fulfill his word."
--Ruskin, The Seven Lamps of Architecture.
| Wisdom, Crying in the Streets. | [249 S.A.] |
"Wisdom cries out in the streets and no man regards it."
--Shakespeare, I Henry IV 1:2.
| Wisdom shall Die with You. | [194 S.A.] |
"A man of superior sagacity may be pardoned for
thinking with the friends of Job, that Wisdom
will die with him."