PowerOfBabel

BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man’s ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen...

Ghost: I am thy father's spirit, Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confined to fast in fires, Till the...

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd ...

Clown: Good madonna, why mournest thou? OLIVIA: Good fool, for my brother's death. Clown: I think his soul is in hell, madonna. ...

Humour is for them the all-consoling and (mark this) the all-excusing, grace of life. Hence it is invaluable as a means of destroying shame...

Will Shakespeare and Ben Jonson discuss topics of the day and dash off a little poem together.

Winter When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in...