Maxioms by William Shakespeare
That would hang us, every mother's son. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
That would hang us, every mother's son. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
Boundless intemperance
In nature is a tyranny. It hath been
Th' untimely emptying of the happy throne
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Boundless intemperance
In nature is a tyranny. It hath been
Th' untimely emptying of the happy throne
And fall of many kings.
O, how full of briers is this working-day world! -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.
O, how full of briers is this working-day world! -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.
The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee read more
Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
