Maxioms by William Shakespeare
He jests at scars that never felt a wound
He jests at scars that never felt a wound
For use almost can change the stamp of nature.
For use almost can change the stamp of nature.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
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In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
A rotten carcass of a butt, not rigged,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively have quit it.
Honesty's a fool
And loses that it works for.
Honesty's a fool
And loses that it works for.
My noble father,
I do perceive here a divided duty.
My noble father,
I do perceive here a divided duty.
