Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Come, we have a hot venison pasty to dinner.
Come, we have a hot venison pasty to dinner.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,
Thou robb'st me of a moiety.
If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,
Thou robb'st me of a moiety.
Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,
Doth burn the heart to cinders, where it is.
Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,
Doth burn the heart to cinders, where it is.
I will make an end of my dinner--there's pippins and seese to
come.
I will make an end of my dinner--there's pippins and seese to
come.
