Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
Bravest at the last,
She levelled at our purposes, and being royal,
Took her own way.
Bravest at the last,
She levelled at our purposes, and being royal,
Took her own way.
The quality of mercy is not strain'd; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It read more
The quality of mercy is not strain'd; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
You rub the sore
When you should bring the plaster!
You rub the sore
When you should bring the plaster!
Anger is like
A full hot horse, who being allowed his way,
Self-mettle tires him.
Anger is like
A full hot horse, who being allowed his way,
Self-mettle tires him.
