Maxioms by William Shakespeare
No, misery makes sport to mock itself.
No, misery makes sport to mock itself.
Man delights not me--nor woman neither, though, by your smiling
you seem to say so.
Man delights not me--nor woman neither, though, by your smiling
you seem to say so.
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
And what art thou, thou idol Ceremony?
What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more
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And what art thou, thou idol Ceremony?
What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more
Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers?
He that is robbed, not wanting what is stol'n,
Let him not know't, and he's not robbed at all.
He that is robbed, not wanting what is stol'n,
Let him not know't, and he's not robbed at all.
