Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that whi — William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
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Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that which goes before,In sequent toil all forwards do contend.

— William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems
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