Maxioms by William Shakespeare
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks.
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks.
Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies,
There to dispose this treasure in mine arms
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Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies,
There to dispose this treasure in mine arms
And secretly to greet the empress's friends.
I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips.
I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips.
The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance read more
The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.