Maxioms by William Shakespeare
O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!
O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!
The prince of darkness is a gentleman
The prince of darkness is a gentleman
These are the forgeries of jealousy;
And never, since the middle summer's spring,
Met we on hill, read more
These are the forgeries of jealousy;
And never, since the middle summer's spring,
Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,
By paved fountain or by rushy brook,
Or in the beached margent of the sea,
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,
But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.
'Tis plate of rare device and jewels
Of rich and exquisite form, their values great,
And I read more
'Tis plate of rare device and jewels
Of rich and exquisite form, their values great,
And I am something curious, being strange,
To have them in sale stowage.
O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.
O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.
