Maxioms by William Shakespeare
The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he;
His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be.
The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he;
His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be.
Can one desire too much of a good thing? -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Can one desire too much of a good thing? -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
The woosel cock so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
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The woosel cock so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
The wren with little quill--
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The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,
The plain-song cuckoo grey,
Whose note full many a man doth mark,
And dares not answer nay.
Trust not him that hath once broken faith.
Trust not him that hath once broken faith.
