“You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate
As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize
As the dead carcasses of unburied men
That do corrupt my air, I banish you
And here remain with your uncertainty!” - Tragedy of Coriolanus
“My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man
That function is smothered in surmise,
And nothing is but what is not.” - Macbeth
“He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.” - Much Ado About Nothing
Читать полностью…“I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this,
Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.” - Othello
“Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides:
Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.” - King Lear
“Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear,
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.”
“Some grief shows much of love,
But much of grief shows still some want of wit.” - Romeo and Juliet
“Why, what's the matter,
That you have such a February face,
So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?” - Much Ado About Nothing
“Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.” - Hamlet
“But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.” - Julius Caesar
Читать полностью…“Well, in that hit you miss. She'll not be hit
With Cupid's arrow. She hath Dian's wit,
And, in strong proff of chastity well armed,
From Love's weak childish bow she lives uncharmed.
She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
Nor bide th' encounter of assailing eyes,
Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.
O, she is rich in beauty only poor
That, when she dies, with dies her store.
Act 1,Scene 1, lines 180-197” - Romeo and Juliet
“Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.” - Romeo and Juliet
Читать полностью…“O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?” - Henry IV, Part 2
Читать полностью…“To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.” - Hamlet
Читать полностью…“Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world now could I drink hot blood,
And do such bitter business as the day
Would quake to look on.” - Hamlet
“D. John.: I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in his grace and it better fits my blood to be disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob love from any: in this, though I cannot be said to be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog therefore I have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my mouth, I would bite if I had my liberty, I would do my liking: in the meantime, let me be that I am, and seek not to alter me.” - Much Ado About Nothing
Читать полностью…“A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting
The perfume and suppliance of a minute
No more.” - Hamlet
“I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them
The good is oft interred with their bones” - Julius Caesar
“How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.” - The Merchant of Venice
Читать полностью…“No longer mourn for me when I am dead
than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
give warning to the world that I am fled
from this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
nay, if you read this line, remember not
the hand that writ it, for I love you so,
that I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
if thinking on me then should make you woe.
O! if, I say, you look upon this verse
when I perhaps compounded am with clay,
do not so much as my poor name rehearse
but let your love even with my life decay
lest the wise world should look into your moan,
and mock you with me after I am gone.
” - Sonnets
“He is the half part of a blessed man,
Left to be finished by such as she
And she a fair divided excellence,
Whose fullness of perfection lies in him. ” - King John