Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Trust not the physician;
His antidotes are poison, and he slays
More than you rob.
Trust not the physician;
His antidotes are poison, and he slays
More than you rob.
Now it is the time of night
That the graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth read more
Now it is the time of night
That the graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the churchway paths to glide.
Off with his head! -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Off with his head! -King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 4.
The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.
The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.
The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
