Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
'Ay,' quoth my uncle Gloucester,
'Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace.'
And since, methinks, read more
'Ay,' quoth my uncle Gloucester,
'Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace.'
And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast,
Because sweet flow'rs are slow and weeds make haste.
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
