Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Did ever raven sing so like a lark
That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise?
Did ever raven sing so like a lark
That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise?
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes deeds ill done!
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes deeds ill done!
Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.
Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.
The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Fie, fie upon her!
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks. read more
Fie, fie upon her!
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks. Her wanton spirits look out
At every joint and motive of her body.
