William Shakespeare
All the world’s a stage
- My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France
- Who shall say me nay?
- Come, here is the map. Shall we divide our right
- Why, Master Mayor, why stand you in a doubt?
- Where is she, sir? How Can her contempt be answer’d?
- Welcome to Paris.
- ’Twould be too tedious to repeat
- The picture of an angry chafing boar
- they say an old man is twice a child.
- Farewell to you, and you, and you,
