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...
I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none William Shakespeare
I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none
If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone. William Shakespeare
If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece. William Shakespeare
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.
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.
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.
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 done cannot be undone. William Shakespeare
What's done cannot be undone.
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.
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.
