“Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.” - Much Ado About Nothing
Читать полностью…“Look to her, Moor, if thou has eyes to see. She has deceived her father, and may thee.” - Othello
Читать полностью…“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
“Your gentleness shall force
More than your force move us to gentleness.” - As You Like It
“If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.” - Twelfth Night
“And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. I would not change it.” - As You Like It
Читать полностью…“I dreamt my lady came and found me dead
. . . . . . . . . . . .
And breathed such life with kisses in my lips
That I revived and was an emperor.” - Romeo and Juliet
“Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven
Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads
And recks not his own read.” - Hamlet
“I have not slept.
Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:
The Genius and the mortal instruments
Are then in council and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection.” - Julius Caesar
“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
“His jest shall savour but a shallow wit, when thousands more weep than did laugh it.” - Henry V
Читать полностью…“He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.” - Romeo and Juliet
Читать полностью…“Go to your bosom Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know. ” - Measure for Measure
Читать полностью…“Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.” - As You Like It
Читать полностью…“I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.” - Romeo and Juliet