You May Also Like / View all maxioms
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That in a spleen read more
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, Behold! The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.
This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers…. There is divinity in odd numbers, either read more
This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers…. There is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act v. Sc. 1.
Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his read more
Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took Found out read more
Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took Found out the remedy. How would you be, If He, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting. -King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting. -King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 4.
A good mouth-filling oath. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
A good mouth-filling oath. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 1.
O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my read more
O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! -King Henry VI. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.
Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! -King Henry VI. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.
