Maxioms by William Shakespeare
But thou know'st this,
'Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.
But thou know'st this,
'Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.
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.
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
In the end truth will out.
In the end truth will out.
Charm ache with air, and agony with words. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.
Charm ache with air, and agony with words. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.
