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...
This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it...
She looked utterly betrayed, as betrayed as the most betrayed person in Shakespeare.
My Crown is in my heart, not on my head:Not deck'd with Diamonds, and Indian stones:Nor to be seen: my Crown is call'd Content,A Crown it is, that seldom Kings enjoy.
He [Cade] promises to make England great again. How will he do that? He shows the crowd at once: he attacks education.
Hang there like a fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!-Posthumus LeonatusAct V, Scene V
Real love is booty grabbin
Shakespeare is getting flyblown; a paternal government might well forbid writing about him, as they put his monument at Stratford beyond the reach of scribbling fingers. With all this buzz of criticis...
I have drunk,and seen the spider."(Leontine, Act II Scene I)
The rest is silence.
O, that he were here to write me down an ass! But, masters, remember, that I am an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass.
That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet
There's nothing wicked in Shakespeare, and if there is I don't want to know it.
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet lies! Such heaven never touched earthly faces
How we lavish our money and worship on Shakespeare without in the least knowing why!
But these people _announced_ their madness . . . they flaunted their insanity, they weren't half mad and half not, curled around a door frame. They were properly mad in the Shakespearean sense, talkin...
There is no God but God, and his name is William Shakespeare.
Shakespeare is to me the purest voice of nature, and he does no meddle with nature. His plays provide us with the greatest variety of erotic expression, and with Shakespeare eros is the proper term to...
Orr slept. He dreamed. There was no rub.
If there really had been a Mercutio, and if there really were a Paradise, Mercutio might be hanging out with teenage Vietnam draftee casualties now, talking about what it felt like to die for other pe...