Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
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Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
O, that that earth which kept the world in awe
Should patch a wall t' expel the winter's flaw!
From the still-vexed Bermoothes. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
From the still-vexed Bermoothes. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
She loved me for the dangers I had passed,
And I loved her for having pitied them.
She loved me for the dangers I had passed,
And I loved her for having pitied them.
Wise men ne'er wail their present woes.
Wise men ne'er wail their present woes.
Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
Till by broad read more
Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
Till by broad spreading it disperse to naught.
