William Shаkеѕреаrе (26 Aрril 1564 – 23 April 1616) was аn English poet, рlауwright, аnd actor, widely rеgаrdеd as thе grеаtеѕt writеr in thе Engliѕh lаnguаgе and thе world's рrе-еminеnt dramati...
William Shakespeare Tragedy
What's done cannot be undone. William Shakespeare
What's done cannot be undone.
Peace? I hate the word as I hate hell and all Montagues. William Shakespeare
Peace? I hate the word as I hate hell and all Montagues.
Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it. William Shakespeare
Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
Madness in great ones must not unwatched go. William Shakespeare
Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
It provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance. William Shakespeare
It provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.
Life ... is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. William Shakespeare
Life ... is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Though this be madness, yet there is method in't. William Shakespeare
Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions! William Shakespeare
When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions!
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go. William Shakespeare
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Conscience doth make cowards of us all. William Shakespeare
Conscience doth make cowards of us all.
Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity. William Shakespeare
Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.
Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night; Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night... William Shakespeare
Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night; Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night...
