Maxioms by William Shakespeare
For murder though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ.
For murder though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ.
Yet marked O where the bolt of Cupid fell.
It fell upon a little western flower,
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Yet marked O where the bolt of Cupid fell.
It fell upon a little western flower,
Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
I am disgraced, impeached, and baffled here;
Pierced to the soul with slander's venomed spear,
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I am disgraced, impeached, and baffled here;
Pierced to the soul with slander's venomed spear,
The which no balm can cure but his heart-blood
Which breathed this poison.
Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing. -King Henry VIII. read more
Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The sweat of industry would dry and die,
But for the end it works to.
The sweat of industry would dry and die,
But for the end it works to.
