Maxioms by William Shakespeare
I'll give thee armor to keep off that word;
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
To comfort thee, though read more
I'll give thee armor to keep off that word;
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth,
forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it read more
I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth,
forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily
with my disposition that this goodly frame the earth seems to me
a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look
you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof
fretted with golden fire--why, it appeareth nothing to me but a
foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.
Like madness is the glory of this life
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.
Like madness is the glory of this life
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.
O father Abram, what these Christians are,
Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect
The thoughts of read more
O father Abram, what these Christians are,
Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect
The thoughts of others!
He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.
He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.
