Maxioms by William Shakespeare
(Portia:) A quarrel ho! already! What's the matter?
(Gratiano:) About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring
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(Portia:) A quarrel ho! already! What's the matter?
(Gratiano:) About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring
That she did give me, whose posy was
For all the world like cutler's poetry
Upon a knife--'Love me, and leave me not.'
Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.
Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.
O, that he were here to write me down an ass! -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.
O, that he were here to write me down an ass! -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.
How far that little candle throws its beams;
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
How far that little candle throws its beams;
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.
