Maxioms by William Shakespeare
The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.
The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.
No, pray thee, let it serve for table-talk;
Then howsome'er thou speak'st, 'mong other things
I shall read more
No, pray thee, let it serve for table-talk;
Then howsome'er thou speak'st, 'mong other things
I shall digest it.
But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear,
That things ill got had ever bad success?
But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear,
That things ill got had ever bad success?
I have had my labour for my travail. -Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 1.
I have had my labour for my travail. -Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 1.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
