Play · Tragedy (play)This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.William ShakespeareHamlet · 1616★ 9.5
Play · Tragedy (play)To be or not to be—that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And, by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep— No more—and by a sleep to say we end The heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to—’tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep— To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause.William ShakespeareHamlet · 1616★ 8.7
Sonnet · PoemShall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date.William ShakespeareShakespeare's Sonnets · 1609★ 8.6
Tragedy (play)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.William Shakespeare1597★ 7.8
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