Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
I do beseech you--
Though I perchance am vicious in my guess
(As I confess it is read more
I do beseech you--
Though I perchance am vicious in my guess
(As I confess it is my nature's plague
To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy
Shapes faults that are not), that your wisdom yet
From one that so imperfectly conjects
Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble
Out of his scattering and unsure observance.
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?
But, O thou tyrant,
Do not repent these things, for they are heavier
Than all thy woes read more
But, O thou tyrant,
Do not repent these things, for they are heavier
Than all thy woes can stir. Therefore betake thee
To nothing but despair.
