With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive
For the rain it raineth every day." (TN, V.i) #ShakespeareSunday
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive
For the rain it raineth every day." (TN, V.i) #ShakespeareSunday
I pray for no man but myself:
Grant I may never prove so fond,
To trust man on his oath or bond;
Or a harlot, for her weeping;
Or a dog, that seems a-sleeping:
Or a keeper with my freedom;
Or my friends, if I should need 'em. (ToA 1.2) #ShakespeareSunday
I pray for no man but myself:
Grant I may never prove so fond,
To trust man on his oath or bond;
Or a harlot, for her weeping;
Or a dog, that seems a-sleeping:
Or a keeper with my freedom;
Or my friends, if I should need 'em. (ToA 1.2) #ShakespeareSunday
2025: Umm...
2025: Umm...
Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
Turned wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
Contending ’gainst obedience, as they would
Make war with mankind.
OLD MAN ’Tis said they eat each
other. (Macb 2.4) #ShakespeareSunday
Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
Turned wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
Contending ’gainst obedience, as they would
Make war with mankind.
OLD MAN ’Tis said they eat each
other. (Macb 2.4) #ShakespeareSunday
Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
Turned wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
Contending ’gainst obedience, as they would
Make war with mankind.
OLD MAN ’Tis said they eat each
other. Macb 2.4 #ShanespeareSunday
Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
Turned wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
Contending ’gainst obedience, as they would
Make war with mankind.
OLD MAN ’Tis said they eat each
other. Macb 2.4 #ShanespeareSunday
The time has been, my senses would have cool’d
To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in’t: I have supt full with horrors." (Macb, V.v) #ShakespeareSunday
The time has been, my senses would have cool’d
To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in’t: I have supt full with horrors." (Macb, V.v) #ShakespeareSunday
give me your good report to the Prince my master.
SHEPHERD Prithee, son, do, for we must be gentle now we are gentlemen.
CLOWN Thou wilt amend thy life?
(WT, 5.4) #ShakespeareSunday
give me your good report to the Prince my master.
SHEPHERD Prithee, son, do, for we must be gentle now we are gentlemen.
CLOWN Thou wilt amend thy life?
(WT, 5.4) #ShakespeareSunday
And make a pastime of each weary step,
Till the last step have brought me to my love,
And there I'll rest, as after much turmoil,
A blessed soul doth in Elysium." (2GoV, II.vii) #ShakespeareSunday
And make a pastime of each weary step,
Till the last step have brought me to my love,
And there I'll rest, as after much turmoil,
A blessed soul doth in Elysium." (2GoV, II.vii) #ShakespeareSunday
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn’d,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are.* (Sonnet 104) #ShakespeareSunday
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn’d,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are.* (Sonnet 104) #ShakespeareSunday
Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind." Comedy of Errors, III.i #ShakespeareSunday
Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind." Comedy of Errors, III.i #ShakespeareSunday
To throw a perfume on the violet,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess." KJ, 4.2, #ShakespeareSunday
To throw a perfume on the violet,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess." KJ, 4.2, #ShakespeareSunday
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings." (Richard III, V.ii) #ShakespeareSunday
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings." (Richard III, V.ii) #ShakespeareSunday
2ND MURDERER O, in the Duke of Gloucester’s purse.
1ST MURDERER When he opens his purse to give us our reward, thy conscience flies out.
2ND MURDERER ’Tis no matter. Let it go. There’s few or none will entertain it. (Rich III, I.iv) #ShakespeareSunday
2ND MURDERER O, in the Duke of Gloucester’s purse.
1ST MURDERER When he opens his purse to give us our reward, thy conscience flies out.
2ND MURDERER ’Tis no matter. Let it go. There’s few or none will entertain it. (Rich III, I.iv) #ShakespeareSunday
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
(Ding-dong.)
Hark! now I hear them,—ding-dong, bell. #ShakespeareSunday
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
(Ding-dong.)
Hark! now I hear them,—ding-dong, bell. #ShakespeareSunday