Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd The wild waves whist. -The read more
Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd The wild waves whist. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
The shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife.
The shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife.
Men so noble,
However faulty, yet should find respect
For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty
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Men so noble,
However faulty, yet should find respect
For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty
To load a falling man.
Not that I have the power to clutch my hand
When his fair angels would salute by palm,
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Not that I have the power to clutch my hand
When his fair angels would salute by palm,
But for my hand, as unattempted yet,
Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich.
Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail
And say there is no sin but to be rich;
And being rich, my virtue then shall be
To say there is no vice but beggary.
