Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,
Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel read more
Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,
Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel thee round!
Doubt that the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never read more
Doubt that the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.
He that keeps not crust nor crum
Weary of all, shall want some.
He that keeps not crust nor crum
Weary of all, shall want some.
A plague upon it when thieves cannot be true one to another!
A plague upon it when thieves cannot be true one to another!
Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be
silent, that you may hear.
Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be
silent, that you may hear.
