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#Hell Is #Empty- #Shakespeare’s Dark Truth #yt
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MARCUS: Sorrow concealèd, like an oven stopped,
Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is.William Shakespeare (1564-1616) English dramatist and poet
Titus Andronicus, Act 2, sc. 4, l. 36ff (2.4.26-37) (c. 1590)More about this quote: wist.info/shakespeare-william/…
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #shakespeare #williamshakespeare #titusandronicus #concealing #emotion #grief #hiding #repressing #sadness #sorrow
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Sonnet 011 - XI
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
In one of thine, from that which thou departest;
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st,
Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.
Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase;
Without this folly, age, and cold decay:
If all were minded so, the times should cease
And threescore year would make the world away.
Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish:
Look whom she best endow'd, she gave the more;
Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
She carv'd thee for her seal, and meant thereby,
Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.bot by @davidaugust
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Sonnet 011 - XI
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
In one of thine, from that which thou departest;
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st,
Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.
Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase;
Without this folly, age, and cold decay:
If all were minded so, the times should cease
And threescore year would make the world away.
Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish:
Look whom she best endow'd, she gave the more;
Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
She carv'd thee for her seal, and meant thereby,
Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.bot by @davidaugust
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Sonnet 011 - XI
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
In one of thine, from that which thou departest;
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st,
Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.
Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase;
Without this folly, age, and cold decay:
If all were minded so, the times should cease
And threescore year would make the world away.
Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish:
Look whom she best endow'd, she gave the more;
Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
She carv'd thee for her seal, and meant thereby,
Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.bot by @davidaugust
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Sonnet 011 - XI
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
In one of thine, from that which thou departest;
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st,
Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.
Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase;
Without this folly, age, and cold decay:
If all were minded so, the times should cease
And threescore year would make the world away.
Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish:
Look whom she best endow'd, she gave the more;
Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
She carv'd thee for her seal, and meant thereby,
Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.bot by @davidaugust
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Do your characters make jokes? Even in his most serious tragedies, Shakespeare included some of his trademark dick and cunt jokes.
#writing #humour #AmWriting #WritingCommunity #theatre #Shakespeare
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“Throne Swipe: Richard II” – Poetcore Shakespeare: The Bard for Gen Z
(T.A.E.’s LitBites) – A modern retelling of Richard II by William Shakespeare
Okay, picture this: a king who was raised believing his crown is basically a glowing aura that makes him flawless. Everyone around him treats him like destiny incarnate, and he starts acting like it — moody, theatrical, and totally out of touch. He’s beautiful with words, nails dramatic speeches, and expects people to bow because, honestly, he thinks that’s the only way the world is supposed to run.
But the kingdom? It’s quietly falling apart. Money’s tight, the nobles are restless, and the people are watching the throne like it’s a reality show finale. The king’s indulgent decisions — firing loyal counsellors, grabbing estates, and playing favorites — turn allies into disappointments. People whisper. The court chills. Even his own uncle is dying while the king stomps through court like he’s the lead in a tragic movie.
Enter the exiled cousin: a serious mood-shift. He’s been kicked out, stripped of his family land, and sent away like a character in an emo band who’s been ghosted. Instead of sulking forever, he quietly builds a crew, gathers support, and comes back not with a tweet-storm but with real momentum. He’s calm, low-key ruthless, and hates being wronged. The big difference between them? The cousin knows how to hustle in the real world; the king knows how to perform in the world of appearances.
There’s a tense public showdown. The king expects obedience and ritual; the cousin expects justice. They circle each other like fighters in a slow-motion clip — insults, legal claims, and the kind of family drama that becomes everyone’s business. The court judges and nobles take sides; the country’s faith in the crown shakes. At the center is the king’s idea: that kings are not just rulers but symbols — almost holy. But the cousin argues: if a ruler forgets his people, he loses the right to rule.
The key moment is like a viral clip where everything changes. The king, who once wore his crown like a halo, is led out of his palace and into a tiny cell. No pomp, no echoing halls — just cold stone and his own thoughts. The power that used to hum around him is gone. He sits with memories and questions, and for the first time he’s forced to look at himself without the mirror of ceremony.
This is where the play gets intimate. Stripped of title, he discovers how much of his identity was performance. He remembers how he loved the spectacle, how he used words to create an image, and how that image kept true governance at arm’s length. In prison, his speeches flip from bossy to fragile. He tries to understand what kingship even means without the crown: is it justice, protection, or the illusion of greatness? He writes, thinks, mourns — and reveals deep loneliness. You can feel him wishing for the old royal life while also sensing the sting of reality: he messed up — and now he’s paying.
Meanwhile, the cousin becomes the new public face. He doesn’t throw a victory party; he steps into the role with the cold practicality of someone who knows how to lead an actual country, not just a stage. The nobles promise stability. The crowds accept him because stability beats spectacle. But it’s not clean — power changed hands, and with it came new problems. A king who used to sing poems now finds himself erased from power completely.
The final scenes are low-key heartbreaking. The old king, who once thought the throne made him untouchable, writes letters that cut through pride and reveal a human who’s been humbled. He ruminates on identity, history, and the way language can build — or destroy — a life. The play ends with the new ruler crowned and the old king gone, leaving questions that hang in the air: Did the kingdom gain stability? Did justice win? Or did a performative throne just swap one kind of force for another?
What makes this story hit so hard for us is the emotional math: image vs. reality, authority vs. accountability, and the moment when someone’s online persona (or public image) collapses and they have to face themselves. It’s about losing the thing you thought defined you — and finding out that people can survive, and sometimes grow, without it.
So yeah — dramatic speeches, palace-level meltdowns, family betrayals, and a deep, messy look at what power actually does to people. Think celebrity meltdown meets political thriller, but with medieval capes and Shakespearean vibes. It’s a story that asks: when the crown is gone, who are you really?
#GenZLit #LitBites #literature #PoetcoreShakespeare #Shakespeare #Theatre -
Sonnet 153 - CLIII
Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep:
A maid of Dian's this advantage found,
And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
In a cold valley-fountain of that ground;
Which borrowed from this holy fire of Love,
A dateless lively heat, still to endure,
And grew a seething bath, which yet men prove
Against strange maladies a sovereign cure.
But at my mistress' eye Love's brand new-fired,
The boy for trial needs would touch my breast;
I, sick withal, the help of bath desired,
And thither hied, a sad distempered guest,
But found no cure, the bath for my help lies
Where Cupid got new fire; my mistress' eyes.bot by @davidaugust
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„Ich weiß, dass ich nichts weiß“, … sagte #Sokrates. „Der Narr hält sich für weise, der Weise weiß, dass er ein Narr ist“, schrieb #Shakespeare … und der #Dunning-Krüger-Effekt zeigt bis heute, dass gerade geringe Erkenntnistiefe oft mit maximaler Selbstgewissheit verwechselt wird.🖖
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Inside Joseph Fiennes' life from terrifying theft ordeal to dramatic facial injury
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“Romeo & Juliet: No Chill in Verona” – Poetcore Shakespeare: The Bard for Gen Z
(T.A.E.’s LitBites) – A modern retelling of Romeo & Juliet by William Shakespeare
Everyone in Verona knows the deal: if you’re a Montague, you hate the Capulets. If you’re a Capulet, you despise the Montagues. No one remembers how it started. Doesn’t matter. The beef is ancient, loud, and extremely public. Fights break out in the streets like it’s a sport, and the adults are just as bad as the kids—maybe worse.
Romeo Montague is already in his feels. He’s convinced he’s in love with a girl named Rosaline, who doesn’t even look his way. He mopes, writes dramatic lines in his head, and acts like heartbreak invented him. His friends Benvolio and Mercutio are done with the pity party. They’ve got a better plan: sneak into the Capulets’ big, flashy party. Music, masks, chaos—perfect distraction.
Meanwhile, Juliet Capulet is thirteen and not impressed by anything. Her parents are pushing Paris, a rich, polished guy with major “future husband” energy, but Juliet isn’t buying it. She barely knows who she is yet—how is she supposed to know who she wants forever?
At the party, everything changes.
Romeo sees Juliet across the room, and boom—Rosaline who? The room fades. The music disappears. It’s just her. Juliet feels it too, like the universe just tapped her on the shoulder and said, pay attention. They talk. They joke. They flirt hard. It’s easy. It’s electric. They kiss.
Then reality crashes the moment.
They find out who the other really is.
Montague. Capulet.
Enemies.
Cue panic.
They should walk away. They don’t. Instead, Romeo sneaks back later that night and ends up under Juliet’s balcony. What follows isn’t cheesy—it’s intense. They confess everything. Love, fear, the fact that this is a terrible idea. And then they decide to do it anyway. Because when you’re that young and that in love, logic doesn’t stand a chance.
The next day, Romeo drags Friar Lawrence into the mess. The Friar, hoping this secret marriage might finally end the family war, agrees to marry them quietly. Just like that, Romeo and Juliet go from strangers to married in less than 24 hours. Zero planning. All emotion.
And then—because this is a tragedy—everything explodes.
Juliet’s cousin Tybalt, who lives for the feud, runs into Romeo and wants to fight. Romeo refuses. He’s family now. Tybalt doesn’t know that, obviously, and takes it as an insult. Mercutio jumps in, mocking Tybalt, pushing buttons. The fight gets ugly. Tybalt stabs Mercutio.
Mercutio dies furious, cursing both families for their pointless hatred.
Romeo snaps.
He fights Tybalt and kills him.
Now Romeo is officially in trouble. The Prince of Verona banishes him. Not dead—but exiled. For Romeo, it feels worse. He and Juliet get one secret night together before he’s forced to flee the city. It’s tender. It’s desperate. It’s goodbye without knowing if goodbye is forever.
Juliet wakes up to another nightmare: her parents announce she’s marrying Paris in three days. No discussion. No choice. When she refuses, her father loses it, threatening to throw her out if she disobeys.
Out of options, Juliet goes to Friar Lawrence again. His plan? Risky. He gives her a potion that will make her look dead for 42 hours. Everyone will think she’s gone. She’ll be laid in the family tomb. Romeo will get the message, come get her, and they’ll escape together.
Except the message never reaches Romeo.
Instead, Romeo hears the worst news possible: Juliet is dead.
Crushed, panicked, and done with hope, Romeo buys poison and sneaks back into Verona. At Juliet’s tomb, he finds Paris, who’s mourning. They fight. Paris dies. Romeo doesn’t even care anymore. He drinks the poison and dies beside Juliet, still believing she’s gone.
Moments later, Juliet wakes up.
And finds Romeo dead.
There’s no potion for this part. No plan. No escape.
Juliet takes Romeo’s dagger and ends her life.
When the families arrive, it’s too late. The truth comes out. The hatred finally stops—but only because it’s taken everything with it.
Two teenagers loved each other hard, fast, and honestly.
And the world around them couldn’t handle it.
#GenZLit #LitBites #literature #PoetcoreShakespeare #Shakespeare #Theatre -
Sonnet 135 - CXXXV
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will,
And Will to boot, and Will in over-plus;
More than enough am I that vexed thee still,
To thy sweet will making addition thus.
Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,
Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine?
Shall will in others seem right gracious,
And in my will no fair acceptance shine?
The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,
And in abundance addeth to his store;
So thou, being rich in Will, add to thy Will
One will of mine, to make thy large will more.
Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill;
Think all but one, and me in that one Will.bot by @davidaugust
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Sonnet 074 - LXXIV
But be contented when that fell arrest
Without all bail shall carry me away,
My life hath in this line some interest,
Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
When thou reviewest this, thou dost review
The very part was consecrate to thee:
The earth can have but earth, which is his due;
My spirit is thine, the better part of me:
So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
The prey of worms, my body being dead;
The coward conquest of a wretch's knife,
Too base of thee to be remembered.
The worth of that is that which it contains,
And that is this, and this with thee remains.bot by @davidaugust
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Sonnet 074 - LXXIV
But be contented when that fell arrest
Without all bail shall carry me away,
My life hath in this line some interest,
Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
When thou reviewest this, thou dost review
The very part was consecrate to thee:
The earth can have but earth, which is his due;
My spirit is thine, the better part of me:
So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
The prey of worms, my body being dead;
The coward conquest of a wretch's knife,
Too base of thee to be remembered.
The worth of that is that which it contains,
And that is this, and this with thee remains.bot by @davidaugust
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Sonnet 074 - LXXIV
But be contented when that fell arrest
Without all bail shall carry me away,
My life hath in this line some interest,
Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
When thou reviewest this, thou dost review
The very part was consecrate to thee:
The earth can have but earth, which is his due;
My spirit is thine, the better part of me:
So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
The prey of worms, my body being dead;
The coward conquest of a wretch's knife,
Too base of thee to be remembered.
The worth of that is that which it contains,
And that is this, and this with thee remains.bot by @davidaugust
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Sonnet 074 - LXXIV
But be contented when that fell arrest
Without all bail shall carry me away,
My life hath in this line some interest,
Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
When thou reviewest this, thou dost review
The very part was consecrate to thee:
The earth can have but earth, which is his due;
My spirit is thine, the better part of me:
So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
The prey of worms, my body being dead;
The coward conquest of a wretch's knife,
Too base of thee to be remembered.
The worth of that is that which it contains,
And that is this, and this with thee remains.bot by @davidaugust
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Sonnet 074 - LXXIV
But be contented when that fell arrest
Without all bail shall carry me away,
My life hath in this line some interest,
Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
When thou reviewest this, thou dost review
The very part was consecrate to thee:
The earth can have but earth, which is his due;
My spirit is thine, the better part of me:
So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
The prey of worms, my body being dead;
The coward conquest of a wretch's knife,
Too base of thee to be remembered.
The worth of that is that which it contains,
And that is this, and this with thee remains.bot by @davidaugust
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Times are difficult. Are you angry, nearly on fire? Do you need elegant #insults for not so elegant politicians/techbros/whateveryouwant? 😈
Beside my favourite #insult dictionary on Merriam-Webster https://www.merriam-webster.com/wordplay/insults and weird German mushroom names http://www.gifte.de/Giftpilze/pilznamen_deutsch.htm I warmly recommend the literary bot @shakespearean_Insults
"I only quoted #Shakespeare!" Your lawyer will love it. 🤭 😂
#followFriday #relieve #Wellness #feelGood #WortSchatz #languageLearning
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Times are difficult. Are you angry, nearly on fire? Do you need elegant #insults for not so elegant politicians/techbros/whateveryouwant? 😈
Beside my favourite #insult dictionary on Merriam-Webster https://www.merriam-webster.com/wordplay/insults and weird German mushroom names http://www.gifte.de/Giftpilze/pilznamen_deutsch.htm I warmly recommend the literary bot @shakespearean_Insults
"I only quoted #Shakespeare!" Your lawyer will love it. 🤭 😂
#followFriday #relieve #Wellness #feelGood #WortSchatz #languageLearning
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Times are difficult. Are you angry, nearly on fire? Do you need elegant #insults for not so elegant politicians/techbros/whateveryouwant? 😈
Beside my favourite #insult dictionary on Merriam-Webster https://www.merriam-webster.com/wordplay/insults and weird German mushroom names http://www.gifte.de/Giftpilze/pilznamen_deutsch.htm I warmly recommend the literary bot @shakespearean_Insults
"I only quoted #Shakespeare!" Your lawyer will love it. 🤭 😂
#followFriday #relieve #Wellness #feelGood #WortSchatz #languageLearning
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Times are difficult. Are you angry, nearly on fire? Do you need elegant #insults for not so elegant politicians/techbros/whateveryouwant? 😈
Beside my favourite #insult dictionary on Merriam-Webster https://www.merriam-webster.com/wordplay/insults and weird German mushroom names http://www.gifte.de/Giftpilze/pilznamen_deutsch.htm I warmly recommend the literary bot @shakespearean_Insults
"I only quoted #Shakespeare!" Your lawyer will love it. 🤭 😂
#followFriday #relieve #Wellness #feelGood #WortSchatz #languageLearning
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Times are difficult. Are you angry, nearly on fire? Do you need elegant #insults for not so elegant politicians/techbros/whateveryouwant? 😈
Beside my favourite #insult dictionary on Merriam-Webster https://www.merriam-webster.com/wordplay/insults and weird German mushroom names http://www.gifte.de/Giftpilze/pilznamen_deutsch.htm I warmly recommend the literary bot @shakespearean_Insults
"I only quoted #Shakespeare!" Your lawyer will love it. 🤭 😂
#followFriday #relieve #Wellness #feelGood #WortSchatz #languageLearning
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Sonnet 031 - XXXI
Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead;
And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye,
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things remov'd that hidden in thee lie!
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give,
That due of many now is thine alone:
Their images I lov'd, I view in thee,
And thou (all they) hast all the all of me.bot by @davidaugust
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Damn, there are so many interesting books
https://bsky.app/profile/sdamussen.bsky.social/post/3mk7af7zocs2b
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#Shakespeare's sonnets were first published in London, perhaps illicitly, OTD in 1609 by the publisher Thomas Thorpe https://toilet-guru.com/shakespeare.html?s=mb #history
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Francesca Auriol (ca. 1860s).
Source: Folger Shakespeare Library
https://pdimagearchive.org/images/205018e6-a19e-44ae-9bcd-922570da2974
#acting #actors #dance #plays #ballerinas #floral #theatre #shakespeare #opera #art #publicdomain
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Francesca Auriol (ca. 1860s).
Source: Folger Shakespeare Library
https://pdimagearchive.org/images/205018e6-a19e-44ae-9bcd-922570da2974
#acting #actors #dance #plays #ballerinas #floral #theatre #shakespeare #opera #art #publicdomain
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Francesca Auriol (ca. 1860s).
Source: Folger Shakespeare Library
https://pdimagearchive.org/images/205018e6-a19e-44ae-9bcd-922570da2974
#acting #actors #dance #plays #ballerinas #floral #theatre #shakespeare #opera #art #publicdomain
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Francesca Auriol (ca. 1860s).
Source: Folger Shakespeare Library
https://pdimagearchive.org/images/205018e6-a19e-44ae-9bcd-922570da2974
#acting #actors #dance #plays #ballerinas #floral #theatre #shakespeare #opera #art #publicdomain
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Francesca Auriol (ca. 1860s).
Source: Folger Shakespeare Library
https://pdimagearchive.org/images/205018e6-a19e-44ae-9bcd-922570da2974
#acting #actors #dance #plays #ballerinas #floral #theatre #shakespeare #opera #art #publicdomain
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Sonnet 106 - CVI
When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme,
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have express'd
Even such a beauty as you master now.
So all their praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all you prefiguring;
And for they looked but with divining eyes,
They had not skill enough your worth to sing:
For we, which now behold these present days,
Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.bot by @davidaugust
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“This garden has a world of pleasures in ’t” – ‘The Two Noble Kinsmen’ review – The Oxford Student https://www.allforgardening.com/1778439/this-garden-has-a-world-of-pleasures-in-t-the-two-noble-kinsmen-review-the-oxford-student/ #garden #GardenPlay #oxford #Review #shakespeare #Stage #StudentProduction #TheTwoNobleKinsmen #Theatre #tragicomedy
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“This garden has a world of pleasures in ’t” – ‘The Two Noble Kinsmen’ review – The Oxford Student https://www.allforgardening.com/1778439/this-garden-has-a-world-of-pleasures-in-t-the-two-noble-kinsmen-review-the-oxford-student/ #garden #GardenPlay #oxford #Review #shakespeare #Stage #StudentProduction #TheTwoNobleKinsmen #Theatre #tragicomedy
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Sonnet 048 - XLVIII
How careful was I when I took my way,
Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,
That to my use it might unused stay
From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust!
But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are,
Most worthy comfort, now my greatest grief,
Thou best of dearest, and mine only care,
Art left the prey of every vulgar thief.
Thee have I not lock'd up in any chest,
Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art,
Within the gentle closure of my breast,
From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part;
And even thence thou wilt be stol'n I fear,
For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.bot by @davidaugust
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Der Mann, der das #deutsche #Theater neu erfand
#PeterZadek revolutionierte mit wilden #Shakespeare-Aufführungen in #Bochum, #Hamburg und #Wien das deutsche Theater. Volle Säle waren ihm wichtig – ohne Abstriche an der #Qualität. Vor 100 Jahren wurde der #Regisseur geboren.
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AUTOLYCUS: I see this is the time that the unjust man doth thrive.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616) English dramatist and poet
Winter’s Tale, Act 4, sc. 4, l. 796ff (4.4.796-797) (1611)More about this quote: wist.info/shakespeare-william/…
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #shakespeare #williamshakepeare #winterstale #badman #badperson #era #injustice #period #villainy #knavery #scoundrel
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AUTOLYCUS: I see this is the time that the unjust man doth thrive.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616) English dramatist and poet
Winter’s Tale, Act 4, sc. 4, l. 796ff (4.4.796-797) (1611)More about this quote: wist.info/shakespeare-william/…
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #shakespeare #williamshakepeare #winterstale #badman #badperson #era #injustice #period #villainy #knavery #scoundrel
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AUTOLYCUS: I see this is the time that the unjust man doth thrive.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616) English dramatist and poet
Winter’s Tale, Act 4, sc. 4, l. 796ff (4.4.796-797) (1611)More about this quote: wist.info/shakespeare-william/…
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #shakespeare #williamshakepeare #winterstale #badman #badperson #era #injustice #period #villainy #knavery #scoundrel
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AUTOLYCUS: I see this is the time that the unjust man doth thrive.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616) English dramatist and poet
Winter’s Tale, Act 4, sc. 4, l. 796ff (4.4.796-797) (1611)More about this quote: wist.info/shakespeare-william/…
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #shakespeare #williamshakepeare #winterstale #badman #badperson #era #injustice #period #villainy #knavery #scoundrel
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AUTOLYCUS: I see this is the time that the unjust man doth thrive.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616) English dramatist and poet
Winter’s Tale, Act 4, sc. 4, l. 796ff (4.4.796-797) (1611)More about this quote: wist.info/shakespeare-william/…
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #shakespeare #williamshakepeare #winterstale #badman #badperson #era #injustice #period #villainy #knavery #scoundrel
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Sonnet 004 - IV
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
For having traffic with thy self alone,
Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive:
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
Which, used, lives th' executor to be.bot by @davidaugust
