Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Therefore, friends,
As far as to the sepulchre of Christ--
Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
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Therefore, friends,
As far as to the sepulchre of Christ--
Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
We are impressed and engaged to fight--
Fourthwith a power of English shall we levy,
Whose arms were moulded in their mother's womb
To chase these pagans in those holy fields
Over whose acres walked those blessed feet
Which fourteen hundred years ago were nailed
For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write with a
goose-pen, no matter.
Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write with a
goose-pen, no matter.
Her very silence, and her patience,
Speak to the people, and they pity her.
Her very silence, and her patience,
Speak to the people, and they pity her.
Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.
Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.
