Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Is the sun dimmed, that gnats do fly in it?
Is the sun dimmed, that gnats do fly in it?
As wither'd roses yield a late perfume.
As wither'd roses yield a late perfume.
O I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part, sir,
of myself, and what remains is read more
O I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part, sir,
of myself, and what remains is bestial.
There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
To tell us this.
There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
To tell us this.
The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
