Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Nay, do not think I flatter.
For what advancement may I hope from thee,
That no revenue read more
Nay, do not think I flatter.
For what advancement may I hope from thee,
That no revenue hast but thy good spirits
To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flattered?
No, let the candied tongue like absurd pomp,
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
Where thrift may follow fawning.
Confusion's cure lives not
In these confusions.
Confusion's cure lives not
In these confusions.
Groping for trouts in a peculiar river.
Groping for trouts in a peculiar river.
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop!
O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop!
