Maxioms by William Shakespeare
He jests at scars that never felt a wound
He jests at scars that never felt a wound
A fellow that hath had losses, and one that hath two gowns and every thing handsome about him. -Much Ado read more
A fellow that hath had losses, and one that hath two gowns and every thing handsome about him. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Fortune reigns in gifts of the world. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
Fortune reigns in gifts of the world. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
The noble sister of Publicola,
The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle
That's curded by the read more
The noble sister of Publicola,
The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle
That's curded by the frost from purest snow
And hangs on Dian's temple--dear Valeria!
O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there,
From me, whose love was of that dignity
That it read more
O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there,
From me, whose love was of that dignity
That it went hand in hand even with the vow
I made to her in marriage, and to decline
Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor
To those of mine!
