Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Thou say'st his meat was sauced with thy upbradings;
Unquiet meals make ill digestions;
Thereof the raging read more
Thou say'st his meat was sauced with thy upbradings;
Unquiet meals make ill digestions;
Thereof the raging fire of fever bred.
Here comes the lady. O, so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.
Here comes the lady. O, so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.
And maidens call it--Love in idleness.
And maidens call it--Love in idleness.
When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk.
When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk.
Like madness is the glory of this life
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.
Like madness is the glory of this life
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.
