Maxioms by William Shakespeare
At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each read more
At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
(Pedro:) Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best
becomes you for out o' question you were read more
(Pedro:) Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best
becomes you for out o' question you were born in a merry hour.
(Beatrice:) No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there
was a star danced, and under that was I born.
How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! -As You Like It. Act v. read more
How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 2.
A deal of skimble-skamble stuff. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
A deal of skimble-skamble stuff. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Who with a body filled and vacant mind Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread. -King Henry V. Act read more
Who with a body filled and vacant mind Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.
