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
One pain is lessened by another’s anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die. William Shakespeare
One pain is lessened by another’s anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.
This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. William Shakespeare
This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy. William Shakespeare
My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.
What's in a name, anyway? That which we call a nose by any other name would still smell. William Shakespeare
What's in a name, anyway? That which we call a nose by any other name would still smell.
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. William Shakespeare
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done. William Shakespeare
Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done.
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece. William Shakespeare
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. William Shakespeare
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
These violent delights have violent ends And in triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume William Shakespeare
These violent delights have violent ends And in triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw. William Shakespeare
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.
Out of her favour, where I am in love. William Shakespeare
Out of her favour, where I am in love.
Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow. William Shakespeare
Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow.