Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?
Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?
Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,
Since riches point to misery and contempt?
Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,
Since riches point to misery and contempt?
Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity
(So it be new, there's no respect how vile)
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Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity
(So it be new, there's no respect how vile)
That is not quickly buzzed into his ears?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
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Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
And wer't not madness then
To make the fox surveyor of the fold.
And wer't not madness then
To make the fox surveyor of the fold.
