Maxioms by William Shakespeare
What an alteration of honour has
Desperate want made!
What an alteration of honour has
Desperate want made!
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in read more
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There 's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's read more
Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee.
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ.
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ.
Yet 'tis greater skill
In a true hate to pray they have their will;
The very devils read more
Yet 'tis greater skill
In a true hate to pray they have their will;
The very devils cannot plague them better.
