Maxioms by William Shakespeare
[F]ew things loves better
Than to abhor himself-- . . .
[F]ew things loves better
Than to abhor himself-- . . .
The seeming truth which cunning times put on To entrap the wisest. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
The seeming truth which cunning times put on To entrap the wisest. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.
Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.
He is so plaguy proud that the death-tokens of it
Cry 'No recovery.'
He is so plaguy proud that the death-tokens of it
Cry 'No recovery.'
