“Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,
Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!
Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Here’s much to do with hate, but more with love.
Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
O any thing, of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness! Serious vanity!
Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Dost thou not laugh?” - Romeo and Juliet
“Give me my robe, put on my crown I have Immortal longings in me” - Antony and Cleopatra
Читать полностью…“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
“Macbeth: How does your patient, doctor?
Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from rest.
Macbeth: Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon her heart.
Doctor: Therein the patient must minister to himself.” - Macbeth
“All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.” - Sonnets
“Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises and oft it hits where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.”
Читать полностью…“You cram these words into mine ears against
The stomach of my sense.” - The Tempest
“For we, which now behold these present days,
Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.”
“Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight,
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had
Past reason hated” - The Sonnets
“What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again,
Good Kate I am a gentleman.” - The Taming of the Shrew
“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
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