“All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.” - Sonnets
“I see a woman may be made a fool,
If she had not a spirit to resist.” - The Taming of the Shrew
“He that is thy friend indeed,
He will help thee in thy need:
If thou sorrow, he will weep
If thou wake, he cannot sleep:
Thus of every grief in heart
He with thee doth bear a part.
These are certain signs to know
Faithful friend from flattering foe.” - The Passionate Pilgrim
“His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.” - The Tempest
Читать полностью…“O, wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in't!” - The Tempest
“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
“When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whit! To-who!—a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doe blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whit! To-who!—a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.” - Love's Labour's Lost
“O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.” - As You Like It
Читать полностью…“LUCIUS. Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds?
AARON. Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.
Even now I curse the day- and yet, I think,
Few come within the compass of my curse-
Wherein I did not some notorious ill
As kill a man, or else devise his death
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it
Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself
Set deadly enmity between two friends
Make poor men's cattle break their necks
Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night,
And bid the owners quench them with their tears.
Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves,
And set them upright at their dear friends' door
Even when their sorrows almost was forgot,
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have with my knife carved in Roman letters
'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.'
Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things
As willingly as one would kill a fly
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.” - Titus Andronicus
“O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)” - Othello
Читать полностью…“There is a tide in the affairs of men
which, taken at the floud, leads on to fortune
ommitted, all the voyage of their lives
are bound in shallows and in miseries” - Julius Caesar
“God's will! my liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, could fight this royal battle!” - Henry V
Читать полностью…“Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart for, truly, I love none.
Beatrice: A dear happiness to women: they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me. -Much Ado About Nothing” - Much Ado About Nothing
“O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!” - A Midsummer Night's Dream
Читать полностью…“I to the world am like a drop of water
That in the ocean seeks another drop,
Who, falling there to find his fellow forth,
Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself.” - The Comedy of Errors
“I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter of words. (Act III, sc. I, 37-38)” - Twelfth Night
Читать полностью…“Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth
But that our soft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts?” - The Taming of the Shrew
“No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison:
We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage:
When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,
And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news and we'll talk with them too,
Who loses and who wins who's in, who's out
And take upon's the mystery of things,
As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out,
In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones,
That ebb and flow by the moon.” - King Lear
“Let me twine
Mine arms about that body, where against
My grained ash an hundred times hath broke
And scarr'd the moon with splinters: here I clip
The anvil of my sword, and do contest
As hotly and as nobly with thy love
As ever in ambitious strength I did
Contend against thy valour. Know thou first,
I loved the maid I married never man
Sigh'd truer breath but that I see thee here,
Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart
Than when I first my wedded mistress saw
Bestride my threshold.” - Coriolanus