Maxioms by William Shakespeare
How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell;
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell;
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
With taper-light
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish.
With taper-light
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish.
Another lean unwashed artificer
Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur's death.
Another lean unwashed artificer
Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur's death.
To be or not to be that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings read more
To be or not to be that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them.
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
