Maxioms by William Shakespeare
I had rather be a kitten and cry mew
Than one of these same metre ballet-mongers.
I had rather be a kitten and cry mew
Than one of these same metre ballet-mongers.
But this swift business
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light.
But this swift business
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light.
I do remember an apothecary,
And hereabouts 'a dwells, which late I noted
In tatt'red weeds, with read more
I do remember an apothecary,
And hereabouts 'a dwells, which late I noted
In tatt'red weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Culling of simples. Meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones;
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
An alligator stuffed, and other skins
Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
A beggarly account of empty boxes,
Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses
Were thinly scattered, to make up a show.
O let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks!
O let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks!
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano,— A stage, where every man must play a part; And mine read more
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano,— A stage, where every man must play a part; And mine a sad one. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
