Maxioms by William Shakespeare
How quickly nature falls into revolt
When gold becomes her object!
For this the foolish overcareful fathers
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How quickly nature falls into revolt
When gold becomes her object!
For this the foolish overcareful fathers
Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care.
Their bones with industry.
For this they have engrossed and piled up
The cankered heaps of strange-achieved gold;
For this they have been thoughtful to invest
Their sons with arts and martial exercises.
Sir, my circumstances,
Being so near the truth as I will make them,
Must first induce you read more
Sir, my circumstances,
Being so near the truth as I will make them,
Must first induce you to believe; whose strength
I will confirm with oath, which I doubt not
You'll give me leave to spare when you shall find
You need it not.
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it. read more
Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2.
It is the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman
Which gives the stern'st good-night.
It is the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman
Which gives the stern'st good-night.
