Willam Shakespeare -- My Favourite Poet

O! I am Fortune's fool.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Romeo and Juliet

You take my life when you take the means whereby I live.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, The Merchant of Venice

The course of true love never did run smooth.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, A Midsummer Night's Dream

Cowards die many times before their deaths

The valiant never taste of death but once.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Julius Caesar

There is no evil angel but Love.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Love's Labour's Lost

Time's glory is to calm contending kings,

To unmask falsehood and bring truth to light,

To stamp the seal of time in aged things,

To wake the morn and sentinel the night,

To wrong the wronger till he render right,

To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours,

And smear with dust their glittering golden towers;

To fill with worm-holes stately monuments,

To feed oblivion with decay of things,

To blot old books and alter their contents,

To pluck the quills from ancient ravens' wings,

To dry the old oak's sap and cherish springs,

To spoil antiquities of hammer'd steel,

And turn the giddy round of Fortune's wheel;

To show the beldam daughters of her daughter,

To make the child a man, the man a child,

To slay the tiger that doth live by slaughter,

To tame the unicorn and lion wild,

To mock the subtle in themselves beguiled,

To cheer the ploughman with increaseful crops,

And waste huge stones with little water drops.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, The Rape of Lucrece

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.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth