To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come... William Shakespeare
To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come...
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.
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.
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.
Though this be madness, yet there is method in't. William Shakespeare
Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
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.
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
Madness in great ones must not unwatched go. William Shakespeare
Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
False face must hide what the false heart doth know. William Shakespeare
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
...Who could refrain, That had a heart to love, and in that heart Courage to make love known? William Shakespeare
...Who could refrain, That had a heart to love, and in that heart Courage to make love known?
Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires. William Shakespeare
Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.
