Maxioms by William Shakespeare
The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
O shame, where is thy blush?
O shame, where is thy blush?
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
