Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Masters, spread yourselves. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
Masters, spread yourselves. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
We shall be winnowed with so rough a wind
That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff
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We shall be winnowed with so rough a wind
That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff
And good from bad find no partition.
What wound did ever heal but my degrees?
What wound did ever heal but my degrees?
It is meat and drink to me. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.
It is meat and drink to me. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.
Wherefore are these things hid? -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
Wherefore are these things hid? -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
