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...
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.
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.
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.
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.
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece. William Shakespeare
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.
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.