“Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
Displant a town, reverse a prince’s doom,
It helps not, it prevails not.” - Romeo and Juliet
“I am settled, and bend up each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show: False face must hide what the false heart doth know.” - Macbeth
Читать полностью…“This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?” - Hamlet
Читать полностью…“Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.” - Much Ado About Nothing
Читать полностью…“Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
Who steals my purse steals trash ’tis something, nothing
’twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.” - Othello
“How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
Iago” - Othello
“O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention,
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene! ”
“Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive
If you will lead these graces to the grave
And leave the world no copy.” - Twelfth Night
“I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow speaks it knavery cannot, sure, hide himself in such reverence.” - Much Ado About Nothing
Читать полностью…“In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
-Sonnet 73” - Sonnets
“Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken."
(Sonnet 116)” - Sonnets
“I wasted time, and now doth time waste me
For now hath time made me his numb'ring clock
My thoughts are minutes, and with sighs they jar
Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,
Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,
Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.” - Richard II
“...Who could refrain,
That had a heart to love, and in that heart
Courage to make love known?” - Macbeth
“If music be the food of love, play on
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.” - Twelfth Night
“How low am I, thou painted maypole?
(Hermia to Helena)” - A Midsummer Night's Dream
“To die, is to be banish'd from myself
And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her,
Is self from self: a deadly banishment!
What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?
What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?
Unless it be to think that she is by,
And feed upon the shadow of perfection.
Except I be by Silvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale
Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
There is no day for me to look upon
She is my essence, and I leave to be,
If I be not by her fair influence
Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive.” - The Two Gentlemen of Verona
“My Oberon, what visions have I seen!
Methought I was enamored of an ass.
Titania, Act IV, Scene 1, Lines 76-77” - A Midsummer Night's Dream
“Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff
Life and these lips have long been separated:
Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.” - Romeo and Juliet