Maxioms by William Shakespeare
I am sure care's an enemy to life.
I am sure care's an enemy to life.
The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious.
The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious.
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities.
A friend should bear a friend's infirmities.
Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,
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Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks;
Arm it in rags, a pygmy's straw does pierce it.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
