Maxioms by William Shakespeare
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the read more
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace As mercy does. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
And the more pity that great folk should have count'nance in this
world to drown or hang themselves more read more
And the more pity that great folk should have count'nance in this
world to drown or hang themselves more than their even-Christen.
She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her read more
She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought;
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.
Harp not on that string, madam; that is past.
Harp not on that string, madam; that is past.
