Maxioms by William Shakespeare
That unlettered small-knowing soul. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
That unlettered small-knowing soul. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
Come, my coach! Good night, ladies, good night. Sweet ladies,
good night, good night.
Come, my coach! Good night, ladies, good night. Sweet ladies,
good night, good night.
A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
