Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Why, universal plodding poisons up
The nimble spirits in the arteries,
As motion and long-during action tires
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Why, universal plodding poisons up
The nimble spirits in the arteries,
As motion and long-during action tires
The sinewy vigor of the traveller.
These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
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These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume.
The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious.
The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious.
Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct.
Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct.
