Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.
You rub the sore
When you should bring the plaster!
You rub the sore
When you should bring the plaster!
How poor are they that have not patience!
What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
How poor are they that have not patience!
What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth as household words,— Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, read more
Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth as household words,— Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,— Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3.
What need I fear of thee? But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou read more
What need I fear of thee? But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live; That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, And sleep in spite of thunder
