I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.
William ShakespeareSend danger from the east unto the west, so honor cross it from the north to south.
William Shakespearewhats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin i see hath been his timeless end. oh churl drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after. i will kiss thy lips some poisin doth hang on them, to help me die with a restorative. thy lips are warm. yea noise then ill be brief oh happy dagger this is thy sheath. there rust and let me die.
William Shakespeare