Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch!
I am descended of a gentler blood.
Thou art no father nor read more
Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch!
I am descended of a gentler blood.
Thou art no father nor friend of mine.
If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.
If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.
The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3.
The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss
But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss
But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?
What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?
