Maxioms by William Shakespeare
But we are all men
In our own natures frail.
But we are all men
In our own natures frail.
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day.
Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To gain read more
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day.
Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To gain the timely inn, and near approaches
The subject of our watch.
He that is robbed, not wanting what is stol'n,
Let him not know't, and he's not robbed at all.
He that is robbed, not wanting what is stol'n,
Let him not know't, and he's not robbed at all.
The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he;
His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be.
The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he;
His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be.
Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
