Maxioms by William Shakespeare
All the stored vengeances of heaven fall
On her ingrateful top!
All the stored vengeances of heaven fall
On her ingrateful top!
Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh
Was that it was for read more
Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh
Was that it was for not being such a smile;
The smile mocking the sigh that it would fly
From so divine a temple to commix
With winds that sailors rail at.
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
Men shut their doors against the setting sun.
Men shut their doors against the setting sun.
I can tell thee where that saying was born, of 'I fear no
colors.'
I can tell thee where that saying was born, of 'I fear no
colors.'
