Maxioms by William Shakespeare
We cannot hold mortality's strong hand. -King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.
We cannot hold mortality's strong hand. -King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to read more
Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to attempt.
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly I know
a hawk from a handsaw.
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly I know
a hawk from a handsaw.
But doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his
youth that he cannot endure in read more
But doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his
youth that he cannot endure in his age.
I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed,
And fight maliciously; for when mine hours
Were nice and lucky, read more
I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed,
And fight maliciously; for when mine hours
Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives
Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth
And send to darkness all that stop me.