Maxioms by William Shakespeare
These blessed candles of the night. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
These blessed candles of the night. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
Breaking his oath and resolution, like
A twist of rotten silk.
Breaking his oath and resolution, like
A twist of rotten silk.
My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells read more
My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul
Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none.
Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none.
A fool's bolt is soon shot.
A fool's bolt is soon shot.
