Category Archives: Willaim Shakespeare [1567-1616]

……A deed without a name….

…in recognition of the dark events that presently becloud the entire spectrum of world events….

Thou canst not say I did it: never shake
Thy gory locks at me….

…Great business must be wrought ere noon:
Upon the corner of the moon
There hangs a vaporous drop profound;
I’ll catch it ere it come to ground:
And that distill’d by magic sleights
Shall raise such artificial sprites
As by the strength of their illusion
Shall draw him on to his confusion:

He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
He hopes ‘bove wisdom, grace and fear:
And you all know, security
Is mortals’ chiefest enemy….

… Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble…… By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes…
… How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
What is’t you do?…
.…..A deed without a name….

…by William Shakespeare [1564-1616]……
… A writer without a name….

….or at least, he let us think his name was thus and so and that he lived in Stratford once upon a time….