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.
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. -The Merchant of read more
How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.
