Maxioms by William Shakespeare
My falcon now is sharp and passing empty,
And till she stoop she must not be full-gorged,
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My falcon now is sharp and passing empty,
And till she stoop she must not be full-gorged,
For then she never looks upon her lure.
One fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
Turn giddy and be read more
One fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
Turn giddy and be holp by backward turning;
One desperate grief cures with another's languish.
O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!
O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!
For aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never read more
For aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.
Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.
Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.
