• Ronni McDonough: Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! and thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man! King Lear, Act III, Scene II

    1183 days ago  -  354 people like this - - Flag
  • Karen Hyde: "To Be or Not to Be, that is the question" (Hamlet)

    1224 days ago  -  481 people like this - - Flag
  • Patrick Hoecherl: You may my glories and my state depose, But not my griefs; still am I king of those. (Richard II)

    1225 days ago  -  470 people like this - - Flag
  • Brooke Young: By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes. (Macbeth)

    1227 days ago  -  501 people like this - - Flag
  • Elizabeth Jane Gupta: Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered

    1228 days ago  -  648 people like this - - Flag
  • Emily Smith: This above all; to thine own self be true. (Hamlet)

    1230 days ago  -  634 people like this - - Flag
  • Andrew Shaw: Therefore I lie with her and she with me / and in our faults by lies we flattered be (Sonnet 138)

    1230 days ago  -  597 people like this - - Flag