Maxioms by William Shakespeare
The noble sister of Publicola,
The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle
That's curded by the read more
The noble sister of Publicola,
The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle
That's curded by the frost from purest snow
And hangs on Dian's temple--dear Valeria!
Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
The least a death read more
Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
The least a death to nature.
Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting read more
Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.
By penitence th' Eternal's wrath's appeas'd.
By penitence th' Eternal's wrath's appeas'd.
That daffed the world aside, And bid it pass. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.
That daffed the world aside, And bid it pass. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.
