Maxioms by William Shakespeare
So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,
Discomfort swells.
So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,
Discomfort swells.
O how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
O how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.
The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.
Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If read more
Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7.
Patch grief with proverbs. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.
Patch grief with proverbs. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.
