Maxioms by William Shakespeare
For you know, nuncle,
The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long
That it's had it head bit read more
For you know, nuncle,
The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long
That it's had it head bit off by it young.
He makes a July's day short as December,
And with his varying childness cures in me
Thoughts read more
He makes a July's day short as December,
And with his varying childness cures in me
Thoughts that would thick my blood.
Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.
Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.
Now the good gods forbid
That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
Towards her deserved children is enrolled
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Now the good gods forbid
That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
Towards her deserved children is enrolled
In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam
Should now eat up her own!
