10 Shakespearean Misquotations
 

I beseech thee: Love all, trust a few, screw everyone else

O! Sitteth thou upon my visage, and perchance to let me divine thy weight.

Do me, or not do me. THAT is the question.

Without thee, I'd spend the evening with pen in hand, if you know what I mean.

Mother, how managest thou to look thy best, and yet thou still feelest fresh?

Out! Out damned cumstain! Out I say!

To be or not to be, that is the large intestine...

Farting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall fart all night till it be morrow.

If you prick us, do we not bleed? Not if thou usest Always, with wings!

When I seest yon hairy arse, methinks, "It's all Greek to me"

How now, Fellatio? I go to touch myself anon.

Clever twists on some classic lines!

Thanks for the touch of literary class!

that's about as classy as this place gets...lol