Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Thou marvell'st at my words, but hold thee still;
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
Thou marvell'st at my words, but hold thee still;
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
What, shall one of us,
That struck for the foremost man of all this world
But for read more
What, shall one of us,
That struck for the foremost man of all this world
But for supporting robbers--shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
And sell the mighty space of our large honors
For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
A little fire is quickly trodden out;
Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.
A little fire is quickly trodden out;
Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.
Alas! sir,
In what have I offended you? What cause
Hath my behaviour given to your displeasure?
Alas! sir,
In what have I offended you? What cause
Hath my behaviour given to your displeasure?
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown, Within whose circuit is Elysium And all that poets feign read more
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown, Within whose circuit is Elysium And all that poets feign of bliss and joy! -King Henry VI. Part III. Act i. Sc. 2.
