Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Fair ladies mask'd are roses in their bud.
Fair ladies mask'd are roses in their bud.
O God! that one might read the book of fate,
And see the revolution of the times
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O God! that one might read the book of fate,
And see the revolution of the times
Make mountains level. and the continent,
Weary of solid firmness, melt itself
Into the sea!
They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. -The Merchant of Venice. Act read more
They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens;
'Tis just the fashion. Wherefore do you look
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Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens;
'Tis just the fashion. Wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?
These violent delights have violent ends.
These violent delights have violent ends.
