Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Who are the violets now
That strew the green lap of the new-come spring?
Who are the violets now
That strew the green lap of the new-come spring?
These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh i' th' alehouse.
These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh i' th' alehouse.
O, who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge read more
O, who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? O, no! the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.
What are these,
So withered and so wild in their attire
That took not like th' inhabitants read more
What are these,
So withered and so wild in their attire
That took not like th' inhabitants o' th' earth
And yet are on't?
Ingratitude is monstrous
Ingratitude is monstrous
