August 8th, 2017
Part 2 of playing around with famous lines of Shakespeare, using my phone’s predictive text feature! Here’s the original post. I can’t stop making more and giggling to myself.
What’s in a name? A rose by any name would smell like a candle that you can use to get through this beautiful weather.
Lord, what fools these men are genetically!
All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely make the same kind of stuff as a twitter password.
Frailty, thy name is not the name that she has.
O brave new world, that has such a great sense of imminent doom!
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking of you is a terrible idea.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your souls: and then you can put your name on the cover.
Uneasy lies the head that wears the same color as the other people.
Yet herein will I imitate the most beautiful man, and he is probably not going to see it.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness on the shelf for a few weekends.
© Molly Booth 2017