Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Come, seeling night,
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day,
And with thy bloody and invisible read more
Come, seeling night,
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day,
And with thy bloody and invisible hand
Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow
Makes wing to th' rooky wood.
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse,
While night's black agents to their prey do rouse.
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt
She bears a duke's revenues on her back,
And in her heart she scorns our poverty.
She bears a duke's revenues on her back,
And in her heart she scorns our poverty.
There is thy gold--worse poison to men's souls,
Doing more murder in this loathsome world,
Than these read more
There is thy gold--worse poison to men's souls,
Doing more murder in this loathsome world,
Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none
Farewell. Buy food and get thyself in flesh.
No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en.
In brief, sir, study what you most effect.
No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en.
In brief, sir, study what you most effect.
