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.
O, he's a limb that has but a disease:
Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy.
O, he's a limb that has but a disease:
Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy.
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature. -Much Ado read more
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
No place indeed should murder sanctuarize;
Revenge should have no bounds.
No place indeed should murder sanctuarize;
Revenge should have no bounds.
The fire i' th' flint
Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame
Provokes itself and read more
The fire i' th' flint
Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame
Provokes itself and like the current flies
Each bound it chafes.
