Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Ingratitude is monstrous
Ingratitude is monstrous
Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,
Doth burn the heart to cinders, where it is.
Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,
Doth burn the heart to cinders, where it is.
O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping. -As You read more
O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
'Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.
'Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.
O nation miserable,
With an untitled tyrant bloody-sceptred,
When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again,
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O nation miserable,
With an untitled tyrant bloody-sceptred,
When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again,
Since that the truest issue of thy throne
By his own interdiction stands accursed
And does blaspheme his breed?
