This world to me is like a lasting storm, whirring me from my friends.
 William Shakespeare, Pericles, Prince of Tyre (1609). copy citation

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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

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