Maxioms by William Shakespeare
What think you, if he were conveyed to bed,
Wrapped in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,
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What think you, if he were conveyed to bed,
Wrapped in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,
A most delicious banquet by his bed,
And brave attendants near him when he wakes,
Would not the beggar then forget himself?
He that is proud eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his
own trumpet, his own chronicle; and read more
He that is proud eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his
own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but
in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.
We will draw the curtain and show you the picture. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.
We will draw the curtain and show you the picture. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.
God keep me from false friends!
God keep me from false friends!
That no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions. -King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.
That no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions. -King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.
