Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue
But moody and dull melancholy,
Kinsman to a grim and comfortless read more
Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue
But moody and dull melancholy,
Kinsman to a grim and comfortless despair,
And at her heels a huge infectious troop
Of pale distemperatures and foes to life?
Who worse than a physician
Would this report become? But I consider
By med'cine life may be read more
Who worse than a physician
Would this report become? But I consider
By med'cine life may be prolonged, yet death
Will seize the doctor too. How ended she?
Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills,
And I must minister the like to you.
When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills,
And I must minister the like to you.
For night owls shriek where mounting larks should sing.
For night owls shriek where mounting larks should sing.
