William Shakespeare

What cracker is this same that deafs our ears
With this abundance of superfluous breath?

What cracker is this same that deafs our ears
With this abundance of superfluous breath?

Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the read more

Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Weariness
Can snore upon the flint when resty sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.

Weariness
Can snore upon the flint when resty sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.

Death my lord,
Their clothes are after such a pagan cut to 't
That sure th' have read more

Death my lord,
Their clothes are after such a pagan cut to 't
That sure th' have worn out Christendom.

If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.

If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.