Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. read more
Thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, read more
If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 1.
Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Come, we burn daylight, ho!
Nay, that's not so.
I mean, sir, in delay
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Come, we burn daylight, ho!
Nay, that's not so.
I mean, sir, in delay
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all.
Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all.
