Maxioms by William Shakespeare
This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick
in fortune, often the surfeits of read more
This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick
in fortune, often the surfeits of our own behavior, we make
guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars; as if we
were villains on necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves,
thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance; drunkards,
liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary
influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on.
An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish
disposition on the charge of a star.
Trust not him that hath once broken faith.
Trust not him that hath once broken faith.
Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways
Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways
Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds!
Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds!
Let every eye negotiate for itself
And trust no agent.
Let every eye negotiate for itself
And trust no agent.
