Maxioms by William Shakespeare
It goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd? -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
It goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd? -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
He makes sweet music with th' enamell'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage. read more
He makes sweet music with th' enamell'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 7.
This tyrant, whole sole name blisters our tongues,
Was once thought honest; you have loved him well;
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This tyrant, whole sole name blisters our tongues,
Was once thought honest; you have loved him well;
He hath not touched you yet.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there,
Where most it promises.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there,
Where most it promises.
Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to read more
Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to attempt.
