Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.
Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
So smooth he daubed his vice with show of virtue
That, his apparent open guilt omitted--
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So smooth he daubed his vice with show of virtue
That, his apparent open guilt omitted--
I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife--
He lived from all attainder of suspects.
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
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Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
But where unbruised youth with unstuffed brain
Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.
Yet do I fear thy nature.
It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness
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Yet do I fear thy nature.
It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way.