Maxioms by William Shakespeare
The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her read more
Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart: For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
You rub the sore
When you should bring the plaster!
You rub the sore
When you should bring the plaster!
Be it not in thy care. Go,
I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide
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Be it not in thy care. Go,
I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide
Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide.
In the end truth will out.
In the end truth will out.
