Revision of Shakespeare Plays

All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players

All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players

Why—after I have cut the egg i' th' middle and eat up the meat—the two crowns of the egg

Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see. She has deceived her father, and may thee.

Another moon: but, O, methinks, how slow This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires

Make thee roar that beasts shall tremble at thy din

I say, a devil. Though her father be very rich, any man is so a fool to be married to hell.

What, I say? My foot my tutor?—Put thy sword up, traitor

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!

The course of true love never did run smooth

This above all: to thine own self be true

When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers for the name of king?

Why—after I have cut the egg i' th' middle and eat up the meat—the two crowns of the egg

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.'

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

What’s in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet;

“Friends, Romans, countrymen: lend me your ears”

All The Glitter Is Gold

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life.

What's the business, That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley the sleepers of the house?

The course of true love never did run smooth

Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb!

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!

Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.

Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.

“Friends, Romans, countrymen: lend me your ears”

By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.

When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers for the name of king?

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under 't.

Another moon: but, O, methinks, how slow This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life.

All That Glitter Is Gold

A plague on both your houses!

What, I say?My foot my tutor?—Put thy sword up, traitor

What’s in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet;

What's the business, That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley the sleepers of the house?

Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb!

Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see. She has deceived her father, and may thee.

A plague on both your houses!

By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.

This above all: to thine own self be true

And therefore think him as a serpent’s egg

Make thee roar that beasts shall tremble at thy din

I say, a devil. Though her father be very rich, any man is so a fool to be married to hell.

And therefore think him as a serpent’s egg