Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts read more
Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form. -King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! -King Henry VI. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.
Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! -King Henry VI. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.
O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
I will be gone,
That pitiful rumor may report my flight
To consolate thine ear.
I will be gone,
That pitiful rumor may report my flight
To consolate thine ear.
Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his read more
Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
