Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Sweets to the sweet! Farewell.
Sweets to the sweet! Farewell.
Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents
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Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents
The armorers accomplishing the knights,
With busy hammers closing rivets up,
Give dreadful note of preparation.
Is the sun dimmed, that gnats do fly in it?
Is the sun dimmed, that gnats do fly in it?
Simply the thing that I am shall make me live.
Simply the thing that I am shall make me live.
