It’s like a game. I read all the beautiful words he wrote until I get to some idiot that reblogged that “poem” about opening an umbrella when it rains. SHAKESPEARE DID NOT WRITE THAT SHIT.
Titus Andronicus is Ovid meets Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
Feste: Madman, thou errest. I say there is no darkness but ignorance, in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.
Malvolio: I say this house is as dark as ignorance though ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say there was never a man thus abused. I am no more mad than you are.
Would it be better, madam, than I am?
I wish it might, for now I am your fool.
But my five wits nor my five senses can
Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.
Doubt that the stars are fire
Doubt that the sun doth move
Doubt truth be a liar
But never doubt I love.