Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Chaste as the icicle That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple. -Coriolanus. Act read more
Chaste as the icicle That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple. -Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 3.
I am never merry when I hear sweet music. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
I am never merry when I hear sweet music. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
What work's, my countrymen, in hand? Where go you
With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray you.
What work's, my countrymen, in hand? Where go you
With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray you.
Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know
Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know
I'll never
Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand
As is a man were author read more
I'll never
Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand
As is a man were author of himself
And knew no other kin.
