Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Full many a lady
I have eyed with best regard, and many a time
Th' harmony of read more
Full many a lady
I have eyed with best regard, and many a time
Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear; for several virtues
Have I liked several women; never any
With so full soul but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed,
And put it to the foil.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last read more
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities.
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities.
Nothing can come of nothing.
Nothing can come of nothing.
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
