Maxioms by William Shakespeare
They do not abuse the king that flatter him.
For flattery is the bellows blows up sin;
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They do not abuse the king that flatter him.
For flattery is the bellows blows up sin;
The thing the which is flattered, but a spark
To which that blast gives heat and stronger glowing;
Whereas reproof, obedient and in order,
Fits kings as they are men, for they may err.
And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave. -King Richard II. Act iii. read more
And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Rumor doth double, like the voice and echo,
The numbers of the feared.
Rumor doth double, like the voice and echo,
The numbers of the feared.
If thou art rich, thou'rt poor,
For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows,
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If thou art rich, thou'rt poor,
For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows,
Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey,
And death unloads thee.
And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak. -King Henry VI. Part III. read more
And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak. -King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 1.