Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
The least a death read more
Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
The least a death to nature.
The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.
The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.
There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs.
There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Men shut their doors against the setting sun.
Men shut their doors against the setting sun.
