Maxioms by William Shakespeare
He who the sword of heaven will bear
Should be as holy as severe;
Pattern in himself read more
He who the sword of heaven will bear
Should be as holy as severe;
Pattern in himself to know,
Grace to stand, and virtue go;
More nor less to others paying
Than by self-offenses weighing.
Shame to him whose cruel striking
Kills for faults of his own liking.
He that keeps nor crust nor crumb,
Weary of all shall want some.
He that keeps nor crust nor crumb,
Weary of all shall want some.
'Ay,' quoth my uncle Gloucester,
'Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace.'
And since, methinks, read more
'Ay,' quoth my uncle Gloucester,
'Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace.'
And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast,
Because sweet flow'rs are slow and weeds make haste.
No, misery makes sport to mock itself.
No, misery makes sport to mock itself.
If I were as tedious as a king, I could find it in my heart to bestow it all of read more
If I were as tedious as a king, I could find it in my heart to bestow it all of your worship. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5.
