Maxioms by William Shakespeare
The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.
The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.
Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back
When gold and silver becks me to come on.
Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back
When gold and silver becks me to come on.
A fool's bolt is soon shot.
A fool's bolt is soon shot.
Who are the violets now
That strew the green lap of the new-come spring?
Who are the violets now
That strew the green lap of the new-come spring?
