***How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath
To say to me that thou art out of breath?***
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

Coinsreporter

***If I be waspish, best beware my sting.***
William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew

***Why, what's the matter,
That you have such a February face,
So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?***
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing

Most comments wins 👀

***To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.***
William Shakespeare, Macbeth