Maxioms by William Shakespeare
O let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks!
O let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks!
On Tuesday last
A falcon, now tow'ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl read more
On Tuesday last
A falcon, now tow'ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.
Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,
Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel read more
Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,
Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel thee round!
Were't not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honored love,
I rather read more
Were't not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honored love,
I rather would entreat thy company
To see the wonders of the world abroad
Than, living dully sluggardized at home,
Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
