Lady Anne: All men, I hope, live so.
Richard III I, 2 #ShakespeareSunday
Lady Anne: All men, I hope, live so.
Richard III I, 2 #ShakespeareSunday
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Richard III I, 1 #ShakespeareSunday
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Richard III I, 1 #ShakespeareSunday
Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes.
Henry VI Part I V, 4 #ShakespeareSunday
Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes.
Henry VI Part I V, 4 #ShakespeareSunday
Nor, as we are, we say we will not shun it:
Henry V III, 6 #ShakespeareSunday
Nor, as we are, we say we will not shun it:
Henry V III, 6 #ShakespeareSunday
Of death or death's hand for this one-half year.
Henry IV Part 1 IV, 1 #ShakespeareSunday
Of death or death's hand for this one-half year.
Henry IV Part 1 IV, 1 #ShakespeareSunday
thy smiles become thee well; therefore in my
presence still smile, dear my sweet, I prithee.
Twelfth Night II, 5 #ShakespeareSunday
thy smiles become thee well; therefore in my
presence still smile, dear my sweet, I prithee.
Twelfth Night II, 5 #ShakespeareSunday
see her beautiful.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona II, 1 #ShakespeareSunday
see her beautiful.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona II, 1 #ShakespeareSunday
And losing her, my friend hath found that loss;
Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
Sonnet 42 #ShakespeareSunday
And losing her, my friend hath found that loss;
Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
Sonnet 42 #ShakespeareSunday
good parts did you first suffer love for me?
Benedick: Suffer love! a good epithet! I do suffer love
indeed, for I love thee against my will.
Much Ado About Nothing V, 2 #ShakespeareSunday
good parts did you first suffer love for me?
Benedick: Suffer love! a good epithet! I do suffer love
indeed, for I love thee against my will.
Much Ado About Nothing V, 2 #ShakespeareSunday
not that strange?
Much Ado About Nothing IV, 1 #ShakespeareSunday
not that strange?
Much Ado About Nothing IV, 1 #ShakespeareSunday
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Sonnet 116 #ShakespeareSunday
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Sonnet 116 #ShakespeareSunday