Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath.
Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath.
What is the city but the people?
What is the city but the people?
But we are all men
In our own natures frail.
But we are all men
In our own natures frail.
The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use read more
The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
See, your guests approach.
Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,
And let's be red with mirth.
See, your guests approach.
Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,
And let's be red with mirth.
