Maxioms by William Shakespeare
If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries,
I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.
If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries,
I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.
Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
That would hang us, every mother's son. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
That would hang us, every mother's son. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
Thy deathbed is no lesser than thy land,
Wherein thou liest in reputation sick;
And thou, too read more
Thy deathbed is no lesser than thy land,
Wherein thou liest in reputation sick;
And thou, too careless patient as thou art,
Committ'st thy anointed body to the cure
Of those physicians that first wounded thee.
