Maxioms by William Shakespeare
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
Cytherea,
How bravely thou becom'st thy bed, fresh lily,
And whiter than the sheets!
Cytherea,
How bravely thou becom'st thy bed, fresh lily,
And whiter than the sheets!
He makes a July's day short as December,
And with his varying childness cures in me
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He makes a July's day short as December,
And with his varying childness cures in me
Thoughts that would thick my blood.
Now out of this nettle, danger, will I pluck the flower, safety.
Now out of this nettle, danger, will I pluck the flower, safety.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.