Maxioms by William Shakespeare
What wound did ever heal but my degrees?
What wound did ever heal but my degrees?
Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious.
The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious.
The pretty and sweet manner of it forced
Those waters from me which I would have stopped;
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The pretty and sweet manner of it forced
Those waters from me which I would have stopped;
But I had not so much of man in me,
And all my mother came into mine eyes
And gave me up to tears.
Unkindness may do much;
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love.
Unkindness may do much;
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love.
