Maxioms by William Shakespeare
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
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By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if me my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honor,
I am the most offending soul alive.
Who riseth from a feast
With that keen appetite that he sits down?
Who riseth from a feast
With that keen appetite that he sits down?
In those holy fields Over whose acres walked those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our read more
In those holy fields Over whose acres walked those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.
A thing devised by the enemy. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
A thing devised by the enemy. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds!
Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds!
