“ This world to me is like a lasting storm, whirring me from my friends. ”
William Shakespeare, Pericles, Prince of Tyre (1609). copy citation
| Author | William Shakespeare |
|---|---|
| Source | Pericles, Prince of Tyre |
| Topic | friendship world noise |
| Date | 1609 |
| Language | English |
| Reference | |
| Note | Written between 1607 and 1608 |
| Weblink | http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1537/pg1537-images.html |
Context
“To strew thy green with flowers: the yellows, blues, The purple violets, and marigolds, Shall as a carpet hang upon thy grave, While summer-days do last. Ay me! poor maid,
Born in a tempest, when my mother died, This world to me is like a lasting storm, Whirring me from my friends. DIONYZA. How now, Marina! why do you keep alone?
How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not
Consume your blood with sorrowing: you have A nurse of me. Lord, how your favour's changed” source
Born in a tempest, when my mother died, This world to me is like a lasting storm, Whirring me from my friends. DIONYZA. How now, Marina! why do you keep alone?
How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not
Consume your blood with sorrowing: you have A nurse of me. Lord, how your favour's changed” source
Meaning and analysis
