#shakespeare

Seven Ages: first puking and mewling Then very pissed-off with your schooling Then fucks, and then fights Next judging chaps' rights Then sitting in slippers: then drooling. ↗

— Robert Conquest

#limerick #middle-age #old-age #seven-ages-of-man #william-shakespeare

I'm lucky enough to work with, I think, the greatest writer there's ever been, Shakespeare. Whose collected works would always be under my pillow if I was only ever allowed one book to keep, and who never bores me. ↗

— Samuel West

#always #been #book #bores #collected

As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie. That is my home of love. -Shakespeare, Sonnet 109 ↗

— Shakespeare

#shakespeare #home

If it really was Queen Elizabeth who demanded to see Falstaff in a comedy, then she showed herself a very perceptive critic. But even in The Merry Wives of Windsor, Falstaff has not and could not have found his true home because Shakespeare was only a poet. For that he was to wait nearly two hundred years till Verdi wrote his last opera. Falstaff is not the only case of a character whose true home is the world of music; others are Tristan, Isolde and Don Giovanni. ↗

— W.H. Auden

#mozart #opera #shakespeare #verdi #wagner

I have been right, Basil, haven’t I, to take my love out of poetry, and to find my wife in Shakespeare’s plays? Lips that Shakespeare taught to speak have whispered their secret in my ear. I have had the arms of Rosalind around me, and kissed Juliet on the mouth. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#love #poetry #shakespeare #love

To the end of this age. Oh, a thousand years Will Hardly leach,” he thought, “this dust of that fire. ↗

— Robinson Jeffers

#age

Jaques: All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#shakespeare #age

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring barque, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#poetry #shakespeare #love

La vida es mi tortura y la muerte será mi descanso. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#juliet #life #romeo #shakespeare #william

If you expect me to believe that a lawyer wrote A Midsummer Night's Dream, I must be dafter than I look. ↗

— Jasper Fforde

#humor #shakespeare #dreams