Maxioms by William Shakespeare
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!
Oh, what a bitter thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.
Oh, what a bitter thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.
If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,
Thou robb'st me of a moiety.
If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,
Thou robb'st me of a moiety.
Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds!
Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds!
What if this cursed hand
Where thicker than itself with brother's blood,
Is there not rain enough read more
What if this cursed hand
Where thicker than itself with brother's blood,
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
To wash it white as snow?
