Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Tongues I'll hang on every tree
That shall civil sayings show. . . .
Tongues I'll hang on every tree
That shall civil sayings show. . . .
Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?
Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?
Wisely, I say, I am a bachelor.
Wisely, I say, I am a bachelor.
Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting read more
Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.
All places that the eye of heaven visits,
Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
All places that the eye of heaven visits,
Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
