Maxioms by William Shakespeare
The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief,
He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.
The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief,
He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.
Now out of this nettle, danger, will I pluck the flower, safety.
Now out of this nettle, danger, will I pluck the flower, safety.
The golden age is before us, not behind us.
The golden age is before us, not behind us.
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to read more
Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to attempt.
