There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. William Shakespeare
There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
So fair and foul a day I have not seen. William Shakespeare
So fair and foul a day I have not seen.
Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow. William Shakespeare
Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow.
Come what come may, time and the hour run through the roughest day. William Shakespeare
Come what come may, time and the hour run through the roughest day.
Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble! William Shakespeare
Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!
I'vе nеvеr really hаd a dеѕirе tо do Shаkеѕреаrе. For me, it's juѕt tоо mаnу linеѕ. Daniel Craig
I'vе nеvеr really hаd a dеѕirе tо do Shаkеѕреаrе. For me, it's juѕt tоо mаnу linеѕ.
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.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. William Shakespeare
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your dispositions to be married William Shakespeare
Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your dispositions to be married
My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white. William Shakespeare
My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.
My lоvе as deep; thе more I givе to thее, Thе more I hаvе, bоth are infinitе. William Shakespeare
My lоvе as deep; thе more I givе to thее, Thе more I hаvе, bоth are infinitе.
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. William Shakespeare
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
