Maxioms by William Shakespeare
At my fingers' ends. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
At my fingers' ends. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
Few love to hear the sins they love to act.
Few love to hear the sins they love to act.
O, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel
(Who had no doubt read more
O, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel
(Who had no doubt some noble creature in her)
Dashed all to pieces! O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished!
How many cowards whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
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How many cowards whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars,
Who inward searched, have livers white as milk!
