Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. read more
Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
O my prophetic soul!
My uncle?
O my prophetic soul!
My uncle?
Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.
Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.
Yet will she blush, here be it said,
To bear her secrets so bewrayed.
Yet will she blush, here be it said,
To bear her secrets so bewrayed.
And what love can do, that does love attempt.
And what love can do, that does love attempt.
