Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all!
Reproach and everlasting shame
Sits mocking in our plumes.
Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all!
Reproach and everlasting shame
Sits mocking in our plumes.
Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
We will draw the curtain and show you the picture. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.
We will draw the curtain and show you the picture. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.
Wherefore are these things hid? -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
Wherefore are these things hid? -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
