Maxioms by William Shakespeare
My prophecy is but half his journey yet,
For yonder walls, that pertly front your town,
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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.
Trifles light as air
Are to the jealous confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ.
Trifles light as air
Are to the jealous confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ.
My library Was dukedom large enough. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
My library Was dukedom large enough. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
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Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
O, that that earth which kept the world in awe
Should patch a wall t' expel the winter's flaw!
O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear!
O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear!
