Maxioms by William Shakespeare
When last the young Orlando parted from you,
He left a promise to return again
Within a read more
When last the young Orlando parted from you,
He left a promise to return again
Within a hour; and pacing through the forest,
Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy,
Lo, what befell!
I think the King is but a man as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to read more
I think the King is but a man as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me.
Lord, what fools these mortals be.
Lord, what fools these mortals be.
The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use read more
The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
