Maxioms by William Shakespeare
O dearest soul, your cause doth strike my heart
With pity that doth make me sick.
O dearest soul, your cause doth strike my heart
With pity that doth make me sick.
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it doth singe yourself.
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it doth singe yourself.
The better part of valour is discretion. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.
The better part of valour is discretion. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.
Why, then the world's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.
Why, then the world's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.
