Maxioms by William Shakespeare
A woman that is like a German clock,
Still a-repairing, ever out of frame,
And never going read more
A woman that is like a German clock,
Still a-repairing, ever out of frame,
And never going aright, being a watch,
But being watched that it may still go right!
At length her grace rose and with modest paces
Came to the altar, where she kneeled, and saint-like
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At length her grace rose and with modest paces
Came to the altar, where she kneeled, and saint-like
Cast her fair eyes to heaven and prayed devoutly;
Then rose again and bowed her to the people;
When by the Archbishop of Canterbury
She had all the royal makings of a queen,
As holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown,
The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems
Laid nobly on her; which performed, the choir
With all the choicest music of the kingdom
Together sung 'Te Deum.' So she parted
And with the same full state packed back again
To York Place, where the feast is held.
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without
merit and lost without deserving.
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without
merit and lost without deserving.
The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To paly ashes.
The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To paly ashes.
