Maxioms by William Shakespeare
[F]ew things loves better
Than to abhor himself-- . . .
[F]ew things loves better
Than to abhor himself-- . . .
I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness beat read more
I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness beat away those blushes. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.
The general's disdained
By him one step below, he by the next,
The next by him beneath; read more
The general's disdained
By him one step below, he by the next,
The next by him beneath; so every step,
Exampled by the first pace that is sick
Of his superior, grows to an envious fever
Of pale and bloodless emulation:
And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot,
Not her own sinews.
I can tell thee where that saying was born, of 'I fear no
colors.'
I can tell thee where that saying was born, of 'I fear no
colors.'
Whip me such honest knaves!
Whip me such honest knaves!