Maxioms by William Shakespeare
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad. -As You Like It. read more
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on.
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on.
The more thou dam'st it up, the more it burns.
The current that with gentle murmur glides,
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The more thou dam'st it up, the more it burns.
The current that with gentle murmur glides,
Thou know'st, being stopped, impatiently doth rage;
But when his fair course is not hindered,
He makes sweet music with th' enameled stones,
Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge,
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage.
And so by many winding nooks he strays
With willing sport to the wild ocean.
Then let me go and hinder not my course.
I'll be as patient as a gentle stream
And make a pastime of each weary step,
Till the last step have brought me to my love;
And there I'll rest, as after much turmoil
A blessed soul doth in Elysium.
Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God,
My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee.
Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God,
My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee.
Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man
Still to remember wrongs?
Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man
Still to remember wrongs?
