Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.
Like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habit's devil.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habit's devil.
How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell;
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell;
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
There is no vice so simple, but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
There is no vice so simple, but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
What fates impose, that men must needs abide; It boots not to resist both wind and tide
What fates impose, that men must needs abide; It boots not to resist both wind and tide
