The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste destroys the appetite. Therefore, love moderately.

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,Knew you not Pompey?

I think he’ll be to Rome as is the osprey to the fish, who takes it by sovereignty of nature.

Who are these people sharing the street with me? What is going on in their worlds, inside their heads? Are they in love? If so, is it the kind that Mum and Dad have? Based...

It was wonderful flirting with him, all the razor-edged literary banter, like Beatrice and Benedick in Much Ado About Nothing. A battle of wit, and a test, too.

You know what they say, the bigger the better.

A few people have ventured to imitate Shakespeare’s tragedy. But no audacious spirit has dreamed or dared to imitate Shakespeare’s comedy. No one has made any real attempt to recover the loves and the laughter...

Oh, Blimey O’Riley’s pantyhose….What is the point of Shakespeare? I know he is a genius and so on, but he does rave on. ‘What light doth through yonder window break?’ It’s the bloody moon, for...

As Shakespeare says, if you’re going to do a thing you might as well pop right at it and get it over.

By the power of the Tri-Force, I command you to “——-

I believe…that to be very poor and very beautiful is most probably a moral failure more than an artistic success. Shakespeare would have done well in any generation because he would have refused to die...

Sweets to the sweet.

Fie, fie upon her! There’s language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out at every joint and motive of her body.

We defy augury. There is special providence inthe fall of a sparrow. If it be now, ’tis not to come; if it be not tocome, it will be now; if it be not now, yet...

They are the books, the arts, the academes,That show, contain and nourish all the world.

Se è pronta la tua anima lo sono anche le cose

Shakespeare’s great.”Duh. Shakespeare’s cool, man.

O Luke, I would not lose thee as I lostDarth Vader. His betrayal made my lifeA bleak and tragic thing. Thy loss untoThe dark would make my death a hellish, coldEternity.

Shall I compare thee to a Shoggoth?

You don’t know yet what money is. Money is power, when you have lived as long as I have. I know, I know. If youth but knew. But what does Shakespeare say? Put money in...

There’s no way to stand up gracefully when your pants are down around your ankles.

Nobody with any real sense of humor *can* write a love story. . . . Shakespeare is the exception that proves the rule. (90-91)

This place looks like the last scene in Hamlet.

He is indeed the true enchanter, whose spell operates, not upon the senses, but upon the imagination and the heart.

Thou art a very ragged Wart.

What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyesWould, with themselves, shut up my thoughts…

Sweet are the uses of adversityWhich, like the toad, ugly and venomous,Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.

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Brutus: Kneel not, gentle Portia.Portia: I should need not, if you were gentle Brutus. Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus, Is it excepted I should know no secrets That appertain to you? Am...

And there was never a better time to delve for pleasure in language than the sixteenth century, when novelty blew through English like a spring breeze. Some twelve thousand words, a phenomenal number, entered the...

Theoretically speaking a good reader should also be a good learner, whatever the century and the place!

I don’t think that science and the paranormal have to be at war; in fact, it’s crucial that they work together. It seems naïve to believe that the world is exactly as it seems.

If the distinction is not held too rigidly nor pressed too far, it is interesting to think of Shakespeare’s chief works as either love dramas or power dramas, or a combination of the two. In...

Foolish fancy. This is life as it is lived.

All men who repeat a line from Shakespeare are William Shakespeare

Auden is an accomplished rhymer and Shakespeare is not.

The composition of Shakespeare is a forest, in which oaks extend in the air, interspersed sometimes with weeds and brambles, and sometimes giving shelting to myrtles and to roses; filling the eye with awful pomp,...

Interestingly, this speech by Prospero does not contrast the unreality of the stage with the solid, flesh-and-blood existence of real men and women. On the contrary, it seizes on the flimsiness of dramatic characters as...

Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,Thy head, thy sovereign, one that cares for thee,And for thy maintenance; commits his bodyTo painful labor, both by sea and land;To watch the night in storms,...

The Play’s the Thing, wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the King.

And since you know you cannot see yourself,so well as by reflection, I, your glass,will modestly discover to yourself,that of yourself which you yet know not of.

Alack, when once our grace we have forgot,Nothing goes right; we would and we would not.

O ill-starred wench! Pale as your smock!

Reading Shakespeare is sometimes like looking through a window into a dark room. You don’t see in. You see nothing but a reflection of yourself unable to see in. An unflattering image of yourself blind.

To be or not to be, that is the question: to go on living, fighting against this sea of troubles, or to die and end everything? Why be afraid of death? To die is to...

I wrote you this poem because i was afraid/ To come out and tell you i want to get laid.

Perhaps talk of counters turned the boy’s thoughts to his father’s glove shop. His father would have accounted for all his transactions using the tokens. They were hard and round and very thin, made of...

Shakespeare, in some sense, helped create the modern man, didn’t he, his influence is that pervasive. He held the mirror up to nature, but he also created that mirror: so the image he created is...

How much easier it is to be poor than rich.

Usually, Shakespeare gives me goose bumps. The guy knows everything. Like some ancient angel quill-ing out blueprints life. Hiding it in fiction. And usually I love the sound of the words, the way they dance...