Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.
(Macbeth:) Here's our chief guest.
(Lady Macbeth:) If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a read more
(Macbeth:) Here's our chief guest.
(Lady Macbeth:) If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a gap in our great feast,
And all-thing unbecoming.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
The language I have learnt these forty years,
My native English, now I must forgo;
And now read more
The language I have learnt these forty years,
My native English, now I must forgo;
And now my tongue's use is to me no more
Than an unstringed viol or a harp,
Or like a cunning instrument cased up
Or, being open, put into his hands
That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
