Maxioms by William Shakespeare
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
I kissed thee, ere I killed thee.
I kissed thee, ere I killed thee.
Can such things be,
And overcome us like a summer's cloud
Without our special wonder?
Can such things be,
And overcome us like a summer's cloud
Without our special wonder?
Masters, spread yourselves. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
Masters, spread yourselves. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements.
The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements.
