Maxioms by William Shakespeare
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows read more
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
'Tis time to give 'em physic, their diseases
Are grown so catching.
'Tis time to give 'em physic, their diseases
Are grown so catching.
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the read more
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace As mercy does. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus gins arise,
His steeds to water at read more
Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes.
With every thing that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise,
Arise, arise!
