Maxioms by William Shakespeare
For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings,
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For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings,
Or as the heresies that men do leave
Are hated most of those they did deceive,
So thou, my surfeit and my heresy,
Of all be hated, but the most of me!
Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. read more
Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
What, man, defy the devil? Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
What, man, defy the devil? Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
