Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing.
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
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Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing.
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed.
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act read more
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 1.
O, he's a limb that has but a disease:
Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy.
O, he's a limb that has but a disease:
Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy.
A very valiant trencher-man. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
A very valiant trencher-man. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them,—but not for love. -As You Like It. Act read more
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them,—but not for love. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
