“ Fairies black grey green and white You moonshine revellers and shades of night. William Shakespeare
“ All the world's a stage And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances And one man in his time plays many parts. William Shakespeare
“ N sooth, I know not why I am so sad:It wearies me; you say it wearies you;But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,I am to learn;And such a want-wit sad… William Shakespeare
“ To hell, allegiance! Vows, to the blackest devil!Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!I dare damnation William Shakespeare
“ Oh, that this too, too sullied flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew, Or that the Everlasting had not fixed. His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! William Shakespeare
“ Tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. William Shakespeare
“ There have been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them. William Shakespeare
“ Was an English poet and playwright, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist. He is often called England's national poet and the Bard of Avo… William Shakespeare
“ Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end. William Shakespeare
“ Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?Scorn and derision never come in tears:Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, In their nativity all truth appears.How can these things in me seem s… William Shakespeare
“ Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,And by opposing end them? William Shakespeare
“ When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes. William Shakespeare
“ What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. William Shakespeare
“ This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,Which gives men stomach to digest his wordsWith better appetite. William Shakespeare
“ There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. William Shakespeare
“ She dreams of him that has forgot her love;You dote on her that cares not for your love.'Tis pity love should be so contrary;And thinking of it makes me cry 'alas! William Shakespeare
“ Seems, madam? Nay, it is; I know not seems.'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,… William Shakespeare
