Maxioms by William Shakespeare
O Cicero,
I have seen tempests when the scolding winds
Have rived the knotty oaks, and I read more
O Cicero,
I have seen tempests when the scolding winds
Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen
Th' ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam
To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds;
But never till to-night, never till now,
Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
A little more than kin, and less than kind!
A little more than kin, and less than kind!
Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.
Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.
