Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it doth singe yourself.
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it doth singe yourself.
Give me the ocular proof.
Give me the ocular proof.
You two are book-men. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.
You two are book-men. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2.
And therefore 'tis called a sensible tale, and this cuff was but
to knock at your ear, and beseech read more
And therefore 'tis called a sensible tale, and this cuff was but
to knock at your ear, and beseech listening.
O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year.
O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year.
