Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Not on thy sole, but on thy soul, harsh Jew,
Thou mak'st thy knife keen; but no metal can--
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Not on thy sole, but on thy soul, harsh Jew,
Thou mak'st thy knife keen; but no metal can--
No, not the hangman's axe--bear half the keenness
Of thy sharp envy.
I know myself now, and I feel within me
A peace above all earthly dignities,
A still read more
I know myself now, and I feel within me
A peace above all earthly dignities,
A still and quiet conscience.
I will make an end of my dinner--there's pippins and seese to
come.
I will make an end of my dinner--there's pippins and seese to
come.
If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.
If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.
