Maxioms by William Shakespeare
O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year.
O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have
greatness thrust upon 'em.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have
greatness thrust upon 'em.
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so;
Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so;
Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.
The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.
The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.
Such a house broke?
So noble a master fall'n; all gone, and not
One friend to take read more
Such a house broke?
So noble a master fall'n; all gone, and not
One friend to take his fortune by the arm
And go along with him?
