Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on,—how then? Can honour set read more
Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on,—how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour; what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'T is insensible, then? yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I 'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon. And so ends my catechism. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 1.
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor read more
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
Though those that are betrayed
Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor
Stands in worse case read more
Though those that are betrayed
Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor
Stands in worse case of woe.
Men shut their doors against the setting sun.
Men shut their doors against the setting sun.
The rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance.
The rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance.
