Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on,—how then? Can honour set read more
Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on,—how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour; what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'T is insensible, then? yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I 'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon. And so ends my catechism. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 1.
I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
What is your study?
I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
What is your study?
And therefore 'tis called a sensible tale, and this cuff was but
to knock at your ear, and beseech read more
And therefore 'tis called a sensible tale, and this cuff was but
to knock at your ear, and beseech listening.
My noble father,
I do perceive here a divided duty.
My noble father,
I do perceive here a divided duty.
The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope.
The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope.
