Maxioms by William Shakespeare
No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Had doting Priam checked his son's desire,
Troy had been bright with fame, and not with fire.
Had doting Priam checked his son's desire,
Troy had been bright with fame, and not with fire.
The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness.
The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness.
What many men desire--that 'many' may be meant
By the fool multitude that choose by show,
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What many men desire--that 'many' may be meant
By the fool multitude that choose by show,
Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach,
Which pries not to th' interior, but like the martlet
Builds in the weather on the outward wall,
Even in the force and road of casualty.
When devils will the blackest sins put on,
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows!
When devils will the blackest sins put on,
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows!
