Maxioms by William Shakespeare
This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick
in fortune, often the surfeits of read more
This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick
in fortune, often the surfeits of our own behavior, we make
guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars; as if we
were villains on necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves,
thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance; drunkards,
liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary
influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on.
An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish
disposition on the charge of a star.
But jealous souls will not be answered so;
They are not ever jealous for the cause,
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But jealous souls will not be answered so;
They are not ever jealous for the cause,
But jealous for they're jealous.
'Tis a monster
Begot upon itself, born on itself.
Yet looks he like a king. Behold, his eye,
As bright as is the eagle's lightens forth
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Yet looks he like a king. Behold, his eye,
As bright as is the eagle's lightens forth
Controlling majesty.
He who has never hoped can never despair.
He who has never hoped can never despair.
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
