William Shakespeare
@shakespeare.lol
All the world’s a stage
[Exit pursued by a bear.]
November 20, 2025 at 3:46 AM
[Exit pursued by a bear.]
And yonder shines Aurora’s harbinger
November 12, 2025 at 2:58 AM
And yonder shines Aurora’s harbinger
I am marble-constant
November 9, 2025 at 5:59 PM
I am marble-constant
Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a good grace.
November 6, 2025 at 4:14 AM
Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a good grace.
the rest is silence.
November 2, 2025 at 9:34 PM
the rest is silence.
The wind sits fair for news to go for Ireland
November 1, 2025 at 8:38 PM
The wind sits fair for news to go for Ireland
Pleaseth you walk with me down to his house
October 19, 2025 at 11:20 PM
Pleaseth you walk with me down to his house
Now, my spruce companions, is all ready, and all things neat?
October 18, 2025 at 11:12 PM
Now, my spruce companions, is all ready, and all things neat?
he seeks their hate with greater devotion than they can render it him
October 18, 2025 at 11:08 PM
he seeks their hate with greater devotion than they can render it him
Poisons more deadly than a mad dog’s tooth.
October 18, 2025 at 10:49 PM
Poisons more deadly than a mad dog’s tooth.
It signs well, does it not?
October 18, 2025 at 10:46 PM
It signs well, does it not?
If music be the food of love, play on
October 18, 2025 at 8:15 PM
If music be the food of love, play on
[Exit pursued by a bear.]
October 18, 2025 at 7:05 PM
[Exit pursued by a bear.]
March on, my fellows!
October 18, 2025 at 6:42 PM
March on, my fellows!
Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full hogshead?
October 18, 2025 at 6:04 PM
Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full hogshead?
I protest, in the sincerity of love and honest kindness.
October 18, 2025 at 6:02 PM
I protest, in the sincerity of love and honest kindness.
Answer as I call you. Nick Bottom the weaver.
October 11, 2025 at 9:39 PM
Answer as I call you. Nick Bottom the weaver.
By’r lady, he is a good musician.
September 26, 2025 at 4:13 AM
By’r lady, he is a good musician.
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which against the cold,
Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which against the cold,
Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
September 16, 2025 at 5:14 PM
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which against the cold,
Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which against the cold,
Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.