William Shakespeare
Warwickshire

Quotes

11 November 2014
And we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet o' the night.
11 November 2014
Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
11 November 2014
Come, thou monarch of the vine.
11 November 2014
Double, double, toil and trouble Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
11 November 2014
Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
11 November 2014
The greater cantle of the world is lost With very ignorance, we have kissed away Kingdoms and provinces.
11 November 2014
He hath eaten me out of house and home, he hath put all my substance into that fat belly of his.
11 November 2014
'Tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburdened crawl toward death.
11 November 2014
Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, That have but labored to attain this hour.
11 November 2014
Methinks a father Is at the nuptial of his son a guest That best becomes the table.

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