Maxioms by William Shakespeare
The end crowns all,
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.
The end crowns all,
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.
Her very silence, and her patience,
Speak to the people, and they pity her.
Her very silence, and her patience,
Speak to the people, and they pity her.
Bosom upon my counsel;
You'll find it wholesome.
Bosom upon my counsel;
You'll find it wholesome.
At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each read more
At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
