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.
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.
Conscience doth make cowards of us all. William Shakespeare
Conscience doth make cowards of us all.
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...
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.
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.
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece. William Shakespeare
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. William Shakespeare
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
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.
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
Out of her favour, where I am in love. William Shakespeare
Out of her favour, where I am in love.