Maxioms by William Shakespeare
How many cowards whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
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How many cowards whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars,
Who inward searched, have livers white as milk!
I would fain die a dry death. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1.
I would fain die a dry death. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1.
Those, that with haste will make a mighty fire,
Begin it with weak straws.
Those, that with haste will make a mighty fire,
Begin it with weak straws.
The ides of March are come.
The ides of March are come.
