Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
O that men's ears should be
To counsel deaf but not to flattery!
O that men's ears should be
To counsel deaf but not to flattery!
I will be gone,
That pitiful rumor may report my flight
To consolate thine ear.
I will be gone,
That pitiful rumor may report my flight
To consolate thine ear.
On Tuesday last
A falcon, now tow'ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl read more
On Tuesday last
A falcon, now tow'ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.
Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
Till by broad read more
Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
Till by broad spreading it disperse to naught.
