“I'll not meddle with it. It makes a man a coward: a man cannot steal but it accuseth him a man cannot swear but it checks him a man cannot lie with his neighbor's wife but it detects him. 'Tis a blushing, shamefaced spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom. It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once restore a purse of gold that by chance I found. It beggars any man that keeps it. It is turned out of towns and cities for a dangerous thing, and every man that means to live well endeavors to trust to himself and live without it.” - Richard III
Читать полностью…“Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever,-
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.” - Much Ado About Nothing
“This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs.” - The Merchant of Venice
Читать полностью…“We are oft to blame in this, -
'tis too much proved, - that with devotion's visage,
and pios action we do sugar o'er
the devil himself.” - Hamlet
“Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.” - As You Like It
Читать полностью…“I must be cruel only to be kind
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.” - Hamlet
“I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this,
Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.” - Othello
“I know you all, and will awhile uphold
The unyoked humour of your idleness.
Yet herein will I imitate the sun,
Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
To smother up his beauty from the world,
That when he please again to be himself,
Being wanted, he may be more wondered at
By breaking through the foul and ugly mists
Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.
If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work
But when they seldom come, they wished-for come,
And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
So, when this loose behaviour I throw off
And pay the debt I never promisèd,
By how much better than my word I am,
By so much shall I falsify men’s hopes
And like bright metal on a sullen ground,
My reformation, glitt’ring o’er my fault,
Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes
Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
I’ll so offend to make offence a skill,
Redeeming time when men think least I will.” - King Henry IV, Part 1
“Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
Look like the time bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under't.” - Macbeth
“Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.” - Macbeth: Playgoer's Edition
Читать полностью…“Nor shall this peace sleep with her but as when
The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix,
Her ashes new-create another heir
As great in admiration as herself.” - Henry VIII
“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
“When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.” - Sonnets
“I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.” - As You Like It
Читать полностью…“Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all!
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall:
Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none:
And some condemned for a fault alone.” - Measure for Measure
“This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,
Which gives men stomach to digest his words
With better appetite.” - Julius Caesar
“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
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