Maxioms by William Shakespeare
The silver livery of advised age.
The silver livery of advised age.
Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God,
My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee.
Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God,
My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee.
If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,
Thou robb'st me of a moiety.
If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,
Thou robb'st me of a moiety.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.
To have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
In monumental mockery.
To have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
In monumental mockery.
