Maxioms by William Shakespeare
What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
See where she comes, apparelled like the spring,
Graces her subjects, and her thoughts the king
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See where she comes, apparelled like the spring,
Graces her subjects, and her thoughts the king
Of every virtue gives renown to men!
At lovers' perjuries,
They say Jove laughs.
At lovers' perjuries,
They say Jove laughs.
Epicurean cooks
Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite,
That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honor
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Epicurean cooks
Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite,
That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honor
Evan till a Lethe'd dulness--
Foul whisp'rings are abroad.
Foul whisp'rings are abroad.
