Maxioms by William Shakespeare
I am your host.
With robber's hands in my hospitable favors
You should not ruffle thus.
I am your host.
With robber's hands in my hospitable favors
You should not ruffle thus.
O Ceremony, show me but thy worth?
What is thy soul of adoration?
Art thou aught else read more
O Ceremony, show me but thy worth?
What is thy soul of adoration?
Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form,
Creating awe and fear in other men?
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so;
Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so;
Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.
O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day! -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act read more
O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day! -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act i. Sc. 3.
Trust not him that hath once broken faith.
Trust not him that hath once broken faith.
