"This ravenous tiger, this accursèd devil."

Titus Andronicus
(Act V, Scene III)

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Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
 TT

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The friendship between the Bard’s joyful rogue, Sir John Falstaff, and Prince Henry (Hal) is heartbreaking: 💔

‘Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward.’
—Falstaff
Henry IV Part I (II, iv)

🎨 Smirke & von Grützner

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“Thy friendship makes us fresh” ~ Henry VI Pt1 (A3,S7).

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“When daisies pied and violets blue
And lady-smocks all silver-white
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight..”

Love’s Labour’s Lost

Image: The Lady’s-Smock Flower Fairy by Cicely Mary Barker

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"It is a nipping and an eager air." ~ Hamlet (A1,S4).

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‘But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.’

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The time when screech-owls cry and ban-dogs howl.
Henry IV, Part II
Act I, Scene 4.
🎨AnsticeWolf

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“And they that watch see time how slow it creeps” - The Rape of Lucrece
~ The Persistence of Memory, Salvador Dalí

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Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
The Merry Wives of Windsor Act 2 Scene 2

John Tenniel's illustration of the White Rabbit, from 'Alice's adventures in Wonderland' by Lewis Carroll

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Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;
In winged speed no motion shall I know.
Sonnet 51

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There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love,
remember. And there is pansies, that's for thoughts.
Hamlet Act IV Scene 5.

🎨John William Waterhouse, Ophelia.

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"... holds acquaintance with the waves ..." ~ Twelfth Night (A1,S2).

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My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
~ Romeo and Juliet, act 2


🎨Jake Baddeley

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Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood
With that grim ferryman which poets write of,
Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.
Richard III Act 1, sc 4

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Adonis painted by a running brook,
And Cytherea all in sedges hid,
Which seem to move and wanton with her breath
Even as the waving sedges play wi' th' wind.
–The Taming Of The Shrew.
Prologue, 2.

🎨Walter Crane

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Second Murderer:
I am one, my liege,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have so incensed that I am reckless what
I do to spite the world.

Macbeth A3Sc1




art: Murder of Crows
by Barton DeGraaf

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"In my stars I am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon ’em ...."

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