Maxioms by William Shakespeare
What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
Season your admiration for a while
With an attent ear. . . .
Season your admiration for a while
With an attent ear. . . .
The houses he makes last till doomsday.
The houses he makes last till doomsday.
That 's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.
That 's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.
The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit,
The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell;
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The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit,
The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell;
My mistress made it one upon my cheek:
She is so hot because the meat is cold;
The meat is cold because you come not home;
You come not home because you have no stomach;
You have no stomach, having broke your fast;
But we, that know what 'tis to fast and pray,
Are penitent for your default to-day.
