- O, full of scorpions is my mind
- Out, out brief candle, life is but a walking shadow…
- Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires
- A little water clears us of this deed
- False face must hide what the false heart doth know
- Life is a tale, told by and idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing
- There’s no art to find the minds construction in the face
- Macbeth does murder sleep – the innocent sleep
- What art thou, but a dagger of the mind
- Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand?
Raise your voice, open your mind, unlock your imagination