Maxioms by William Shakespeare
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions: first, her father slain;
Next, your read more
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions: first, her father slain;
Next, your son gone, and he most violent author
Of his own just remove; the people muddied,
Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers
For good Polonius' death, and we have done but greenly
In hugger-mugger to inter him; poor Ophelia
Divided from herself and her fair judgment,
Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts;
Last, and as much containing as all these,
Her brother is in secret come from France,
Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,
And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
With pestilent speeches of his father's death,
Wherein necessity, of matter beggared,
Will nothing stick our person to arraign
In ear and ear.
She loved me for the dangers I had passed,
And I loved her for having pitied them.
She loved me for the dangers I had passed,
And I loved her for having pitied them.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky read more
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant!
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
Is true read more
You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant!
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
Is true as steel.
So full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.
So full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.
