Maxioms by William Shakespeare
But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison house,
I could a tale read more
But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison house,
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.
That 's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.
That 's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.
Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.
We would, and we would not. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 4.
We would, and we would not. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 4.
