Maxioms by William Shakespeare
No marvel, an it like your majesty,
My Lord Protector's hawks do tower so well;
They know read more
No marvel, an it like your majesty,
My Lord Protector's hawks do tower so well;
They know their master loves to be aloft
And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.
The miserable hath no other medicine but only hope
The miserable hath no other medicine but only hope
Even in the force and road of casualty. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 9.
Even in the force and road of casualty. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 9.
That 's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.
That 's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.
He that dies pays all debts
He that dies pays all debts
