Maxioms by William Shakespeare
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me.
Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.
Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.
Great men have reaching hands.
Great men have reaching hands.
My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells read more
My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul
Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villany is not without such rheum.
Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villany is not without such rheum.
