Ill news hath wings, and with the wind doth go,
Comfort's a cripple and comes ever slow.


The Barons' Wars (1603) canto 2, st. 28


Ill news hath wings, and with the wind doth go, Comfort's a cripple and comes ever slow.

Ill news hath wings, and with the wind doth go, Comfort's a cripple and comes ever slow.

Ill news hath wings, and with the wind doth go, Comfort's a cripple and comes ever slow.

Ill news hath wings, and with the wind doth go, Comfort's a cripple and comes ever slow.