Maxioms by William Shakespeare
The more thou dam'st it up, the more it burns.
The current that with gentle murmur glides,
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The more thou dam'st it up, the more it burns.
The current that with gentle murmur glides,
Thou know'st, being stopped, impatiently doth rage;
But when his fair course is not hindered,
He makes sweet music with th' enameled stones,
Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge,
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage.
And so by many winding nooks he strays
With willing sport to the wild ocean.
Then let me go and hinder not my course.
I'll be as patient as a gentle stream
And make a pastime of each weary step,
Till the last step have brought me to my love;
And there I'll rest, as after much turmoil
A blessed soul doth in Elysium.
It is the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman
Which gives the stern'st good-night.
It is the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman
Which gives the stern'st good-night.
In time the rod
Becomes more mocked than feared.
In time the rod
Becomes more mocked than feared.
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.
They say miracles are past. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.
They say miracles are past. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.
