Sort by: new / popular
what an ass am I!
This above all: to thine ownself be true
Men of few words are the best men
A plague o' both your houses!
Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Commit the oldest sins
Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't
Something Wicked This Way Comes (mask)
the game is afoot
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous
Nothing will come of nothing
Hell is empty And all the devils are here
It is a tale told by an idiot,
He hath an excellent stomach.
All the world’s a stage And all the men and women merely players
Et tu, Brute!
We are such stuff As dreams are made on
Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under ‘t.
O brave new world, That has such people in ’t!
Once more unto the breach
Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under ‘t.
Hell is empty And all the devils are here.
Why, then the world's my oyster
Why, then the world's my oyster (SE)
You pay a great deal too dear for what’s given freely
We are such stuff As dreams are made on
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so
That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet
That which we call a rose By any name would smell as sweet
Parting is such sweet sorrow
A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!
For the rain, it raineth every day
I like this place And willingly could waste my time in it.
Something wicked this way comes.
a heart of gold
More sinned against than sinning.
To be or not to be (mask)
Though this is madness (mask)
Though this be madness (mask white)
Something wicked this way comes (mask white)
A heart of gold (mask white)
To thine own self be true (mask white)
Have more than you show, speak less than you know
Ah! That deceit should steal such gentle shape
To be, or not to be (black)
A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!


loading...