Maxioms by William Shakespeare
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
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To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
The devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape.
The devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape.
Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence.
Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence.
His nature is too noble for the world.
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
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His nature is too noble for the world.
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
Or Jove for's power to thunder.
