Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in holiday humor and like
enough to consent.
Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in holiday humor and like
enough to consent.
And the vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 5.
And the vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 5.
Groping for trouts in a peculiar river.
Groping for trouts in a peculiar river.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes deeds ill done!
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes deeds ill done!
Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime rot and consume themselves in little time.
Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime rot and consume themselves in little time.
