Had I this cheek To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch, Whose every touch, would force the feeler's soul To the oath of loyalty - Cymbeline (A1, S6) #ShakespeareSunday

A storm or robbery, call it what you will, Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, And left me bare to weather. - Cymbeline (A3, S3) #ShakespeareSunday

Sir, the year growing ancient, Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Of trembling winter - The Winter’s Tale (A4, S4) #ShakespeareSunday

That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. - Sonnet 73 #ShakespeareSunday

For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something. - Timon of Athens (A4, S3) #ShakespeareSunday Photo courtesy of RockyKanaka.com Sitting with Dogs youtu.be/9E8gJ8KM3QU?si…

Come on, then; horse and chariots let us have, And to our sport. - Titus Andronicus (A2, S2) #ShakespeareSunday

Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog: can there be more said? he is good and fair. - The Merry Wives of Windsor (A1, S1) #ShakespeareSunday

What country, friends, is this? - Twelfth Night (A1, S2) #ShakespeareSunday

How many weary steps, Of many weary miles you have o'ergone, Are number'd in the travel of one mile? - Love's Labour's Lost (A5, S2) #ShakespeareSunday

I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes With the memorials and the things of fame That do renown this city. - Twelfth Night (A3, S3) #ShakespeareSunday

Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world - Hamlet (A3, S2) #ShakespeareSunday

We talk with goblins, owls and sprites: If we obey them not, this will ensue, They'll suck our breath, or pinch us black and blue. - The Comedy of Errors (A2, S2) #ShakespeareSunday

No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns. - The Merry Wives of Windsor (A5, S2) #ShakespeareSunday

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. - Macbeth (A2, S1) #ShakespeareSunday

You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play. A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls. - Romeo & Juliet (A1, S5) #ShakespeareSunday

I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth. - The Comedy of Errors (A5, S1) #ShakespeareSunday

Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. - Romeo & Juliet (A3, S5) #ShakespeareSunday

Awake remembrance of these valiant dead And with your puissant arm renew their feats: You are their heir - Henry V (A1, S2) #ShakespeareSunday

Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust: Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity. - Hamlet (A1, S2) #ShakespeareSunday