Maxioms by William Shakespeare
There is thy gold--worse poison to men's souls,
Doing more murder in this loathsome world,
Than these read more
There is thy gold--worse poison to men's souls,
Doing more murder in this loathsome world,
Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none
Farewell. Buy food and get thyself in flesh.
And wiped our eyes Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
And wiped our eyes Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Sir, my circumstances,
Being so near the truth as I will make them,
Must first induce you read more
Sir, my circumstances,
Being so near the truth as I will make them,
Must first induce you to believe; whose strength
I will confirm with oath, which I doubt not
You'll give me leave to spare when you shall find
You need it not.
Another lean unwashed artificer. -King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Another lean unwashed artificer. -King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.
And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing, as
if I borrowed mine oaths of him read more
And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing, as
if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my
pleasure.
