Maxioms by William Shakespeare
My dear dear lord,
The purest treasure mortal times afford
Is spotless reputation. That away,
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My dear dear lord,
The purest treasure mortal times afford
Is spotless reputation. That away,
Man are but gilded loam or painted clay.
Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? . . . And the
creature run from the read more
Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? . . . And the
creature run from the cur. There thou mightst behold the great
image of authority--a dog's obeyed in office.
Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 5.
Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 5.
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
