William Shakespeare on Growth
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“Gardener, for telling me these news of woe, Pray God the plants thou graft'st may never grow.”
“O, my lord, You said that idle weeds are fast in growth: The prince my brother hath outgrown me far.”
“"Ay," quoth my uncle Gloucester, "Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace:" And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast, Because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.”