Maxioms by William Shakespeare
No, misery makes sport to mock itself.
No, misery makes sport to mock itself.
Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
Her heart inform her tongue--the swan's down-feather
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Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
Her heart inform her tongue--the swan's down-feather
That stands upon the swell at full of tide,
And neither way inclines.
Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways
Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. read more
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
