by Sean September 22, 2004
Get the shakespear the bedmug. by Ansem the Wise August 1, 2007
Get the A balcony you can perform Shakespeare frommug. da place where all da bitchez come to learn da language of loooove.
we also study this dead guy named Bill Shakes. It's pretty awesome. All the bitchez are smart and nerdsy, and all of them are gorgeous.
at least 3 out of the sixteen will be extremely pretentious. and at least 50% of the total male population will be gay.
if youre not a hipster, youre a nerd. if youre not a nerd, youre a sloot.
we also study this dead guy named Bill Shakes. It's pretty awesome. All the bitchez are smart and nerdsy, and all of them are gorgeous.
at least 3 out of the sixteen will be extremely pretentious. and at least 50% of the total male population will be gay.
if youre not a hipster, youre a nerd. if youre not a nerd, youre a sloot.
Sloot: Hey, so you going to the Folger Shakespeare Library High School Fellowship Program today?
Hipster: yea, I decided to dress like Shakespeare to get in the mood.
Kid #1: ME TOO!
Sloot: OMG. THAT'S SO HAWT.
Nerd: ....I want to be Hamlet.
Entire class: LET'S ALL BE HAMLET
Sloot: naww i wanna be Ophelia. mmmmm Hamlet's meats.
Hipster: yea, I decided to dress like Shakespeare to get in the mood.
Kid #1: ME TOO!
Sloot: OMG. THAT'S SO HAWT.
Nerd: ....I want to be Hamlet.
Entire class: LET'S ALL BE HAMLET
Sloot: naww i wanna be Ophelia. mmmmm Hamlet's meats.
by iheartshakespearesomuch December 13, 2010
Get the Folger Shakespeare Library High School Fellowship Programmug. I'm not saying I'm friggin' William Shakespeare. But even writing a melody, it's a release. And I really have a need to express myself - Mariah lolo.
by thecharacterwannie July 3, 2022
Get the I'm not saying I'm friggin' William Shakespeare. But even writing a melody, it's a release. And I really have a need to express myselfmug. William Shakespeare: Hamlet.
QUOTE:
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 heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. 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—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.
QUOTE:
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 heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. 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—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.
by John Geometry TM October 6, 2025
Get the William Shakespeare: Hamlet.mug. by My sexual identity is KM/S April 24, 2019
Get the William Shakespearemug. A retarded (twat) who absolutely no one likes. Students are forced to learn about even though every fact about him is totally useless. No one gives a shit about what he did.
by Twat 123 November 21, 2019
Get the Shakespearemug.