Maxioms by William Shakespeare
They say, best men are moulded out of faults.
They say, best men are moulded out of faults.
Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing. -King Henry VIII. read more
Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 1.
My poverty, but not my will consents.
My poverty, but not my will consents.
Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.
Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man that function
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My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man that function
Is smothered in surmise and nothing is
But what is not.
