The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
I've got a friend who is the spit of Warwick except he's nearly 6 foot tall. It's given me a great idea for a film where Warwick enters into some kind a Faustian deal to be taller and my mate Pete plays him as the taller version. Warwick would need to do the voice over though as they do not sound alike. We sometimes refer to Warwick as Little Pete!
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
So, like, was Jesus desperately clawing away at dirt and rock for three days before he emerged from his tomb?
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.