Maxioms by William Shakespeare
If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.
Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. read more
Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use. -Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 1.
Now it is the time of night
That the graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth read more
Now it is the time of night
That the graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the churchway paths to glide.
Preferment goes by letter and affection.
Preferment goes by letter and affection.
To have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
In monumental mockery.
To have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
In monumental mockery.
