Maxioms by William Shakespeare
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in read more
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There 's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
O my prophetic soul!
My uncle?
O my prophetic soul!
My uncle?
What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted.
What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted.
He has strangled
His language in his tears.
He has strangled
His language in his tears.
In his old lunes again. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.
In his old lunes again. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.
