Sketch-blog of an alien-cat-sorcerer.

New Shakespeare Art

Love sought is good, but giv’n unsought is better

We are such stuff as dreams are made on, rounded with a little sleep


I have not slept one wink.

Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them


My salad days, when I was green in judgment.

The game is up.


To mourn a mischief that is past and gone is the next way to draw new mischief on

The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief


‘T’is neither here nor there.

I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at