Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Can it be
That modesty may more betray our sense
Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough,
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Can it be
That modesty may more betray our sense
Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough,
Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary
And pitch our evils there?
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.
Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 3.
The early village cock
Hath twice done salutation to the morn:
Your friends are up and buckle read more
The early village cock
Hath twice done salutation to the morn:
Your friends are up and buckle on their armor.
Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.
Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.
