Maxioms by William Shakespeare
He dies, and makes no sign. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 3.
He dies, and makes no sign. -King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 3.
We are oft to blame in this,
'Tis too much proved, that with devotion's visage
And pious read more
We are oft to blame in this,
'Tis too much proved, that with devotion's visage
And pious action we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
Nay, do not think I flatter.
For what advancement may I hope from thee,
That no revenue read more
Nay, do not think I flatter.
For what advancement may I hope from thee,
That no revenue hast but thy good spirits
To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flattered?
No, let the candied tongue like absurd pomp,
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
Where thrift may follow fawning.
But ere we could arrive the point proposed,
Caesar cried, 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!'
But ere we could arrive the point proposed,
Caesar cried, 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!'
I will be gone,
That pitiful rumor may report my flight
To consolate thine ear.
I will be gone,
That pitiful rumor may report my flight
To consolate thine ear.
