Mother, you have my father much offended.
O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.
Be not lost So poorly in your thoughts.
To paraphrase Oedipus, Hamlet, Lear, and all those guys, I wish I had known this some time ago.
They think thee mad? I'll show thou mad, my lord.
I remember the will said, 'May God thy gold refine.' That must be from the Bible.Shakespeare, Turtle said. All quotations were either from the Bible or Shakespeare.
My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.
O! Learn to read what silent love hath writ:to hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
Hot from hell. Caesar's spirit raging in revenge. Cry,havoc! And let slip the dogs of war.
My love is as a fever, longing stillFor that which longer nurseth the disease;Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,The uncertain sickly appetite to please.My reason, the physician to my love,An...
The absurdity of these campaign promises is not an impediment to their effectiveness. On the contrary: Cade keeps producing demonstrable falsehoods about his origins and making wild claims about the g...
The wren goes to't
Here comes a pair of very strange beast, which in all tongues are called "fools".
Fear no more the heat o' the sun,Nor the furious winter's rages;
I cannot marry the facts of William Shakespeare to his verse: Other men had led lives in some sort of keeping with their thought, but this man is in wide contrast.
If you cannot understand my argument, and declare "It's Greek to me", you are quoting Shakespeare; if you claim to be more sinned against than sinning, you are quoting Shakespeare; if you recall your...
I no longer believe that William Shakespeare the actor from Stratford was the author of the works that have been ascribed to him.
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
When I do count the clock that tells the time,And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;When I behold the violet past prime,And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white;When lofty trees I see barren...
Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.
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