Maxioms by William Shakespeare
I was not born under a rhyming planet. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 2.
I was not born under a rhyming planet. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 2.
My prophecy is but half his journey yet,
For yonder walls, that pertly front your town,
Yon read more
My prophecy is but half his journey yet,
For yonder walls, that pertly front your town,
Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds,
Must kiss their own feet.
He that is proud eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his
own trumpet, his own chronicle; and read more
He that is proud eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his
own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but
in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.
We were as twinned lambs that did frisk i' th' sun,
And bleat the one at th' other. What read more
We were as twinned lambs that did frisk i' th' sun,
And bleat the one at th' other. What we changed
Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dreamed
That any did.
