Robin Williams - (21 julho de 1951 - 11 de agosto de 2014)

Publicado em
11/08/14, 23:30
Western European Time

Sad news..

 DUKE SENIOR & AMIENS

Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we not the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter’s wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, “This is no flattery. These are counselors That feelingly persuade me what I am.” Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head. And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything.

I would not change it .

HORATIO

Now cracks a noble heart.—Good night, sweet prince,

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!—