Maxioms by William Shakespeare
What! upon compulsion? No!
What! upon compulsion? No!
Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.
Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.
But that our feasts
In every mess have folly, and the feeders
Digest it with a custom, read more
But that our feasts
In every mess have folly, and the feeders
Digest it with a custom, I should blush
To see you so attired, swoon, I think,
To show myself a glass.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
I prithee take the cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy
tidings.
I prithee take the cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy
tidings.
