Don't make William angry:William Shakespeare (1564-1616) QUOTATION: Fill all thy bones with aches. ATTRIBUTION: The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

Ouch that would hurt a lot having that said to me, worse I think than telling me to go to that way down southern region.

Some Shakespeare sonnets that to my unschooled ear make me wish I were an actor. Every actor must want to speak some lines like these:

That time of year thou may'st 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 lxxiii.

My grief lies onward and my joy behind.

Sonnet l.

Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.

Venus and Adonis. Line 145.

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.

Sonnet lxxxvii.

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