Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it doth singe yourself.
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it doth singe yourself.
My long sickness
Of health and living now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things.
My long sickness
Of health and living now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things.
But mine, and mine I loved, and mine I praised,
And mine that I was proud on--mine so much
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But mine, and mine I loved, and mine I praised,
And mine that I was proud on--mine so much
That I myself was to myself not mine,
Valuing of her--why she, O, she is fall'n
Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea
Hath drops too few to wash her clean again,
And salt too little which may season give
To her foul tainted flesh!
I would 't were bedtime, Hal, and all well. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 1.
I would 't were bedtime, Hal, and all well. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 1.
I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought. -King Henry read more
I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.
