Maxioms by William Shakespeare
His nature is too noble for the world.
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
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His nature is too noble for the world.
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
Or Jove for's power to thunder.
Wise men ne'er wail their present woes.
Wise men ne'er wail their present woes.
Anger is like
A full hot horse, who being allowed his way,
Self-mettle tires him.
Anger is like
A full hot horse, who being allowed his way,
Self-mettle tires him.
As wither'd roses yield a late perfume.
As wither'd roses yield a late perfume.
Thou art a traitor.
Off with his head! Now by Saint Paul I swear
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Thou art a traitor.
Off with his head! Now by Saint Paul I swear
I will not dine until I see the same.
