Maxioms by William Shakespeare
O God! that one might read the book of fate,
And see the revolution of the times
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O God! that one might read the book of fate,
And see the revolution of the times
Make mountains level. and the continent,
Weary of solid firmness, melt itself
Into the sea!
Her pretty action did outsell her gift,
And yet enriched it too. She gave it me and said
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Her pretty action did outsell her gift,
And yet enriched it too. She gave it me and said
She prized it once.
Done to death by slanderous tongues
Was the Hero that here lies.
Done to death by slanderous tongues
Was the Hero that here lies.
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest,
From his moist cabinet mounts up on high
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Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest,
From his moist cabinet mounts up on high
And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast
The sun ariseth in his majesty;
Who doth the world so gloriously behold
That cedar tops and hills seem burnished gold.
Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth. -King John. Act i. Sc. 1.
Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth. -King John. Act i. Sc. 1.
