“He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts.” - Henry V
Читать полностью…“I will tell you why so shall my anticipation
Prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the king
And queen moult no feather. I have of late--but
Wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all
Custom of exercises and indeed it goes so heavily
With my disposition that this goodly frame, the
Earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most
Excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave
O'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted
With golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to
Me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason!
How infinite in faculty! in form and moving how
Express and admirable! in action how like an angel!
In apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the
World! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me,
What is this quintessence of dust? man delights not
Me: no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling
You seem to say so.” - Hamlet
“Who knows himself a braggart, let him fear this, for it will come to pass that every braggart shall be found an ass.” - The Complete Works
Читать полностью…“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…“So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.”
Читать полностью…“I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell,
To die upon the hand I love so well.” - A Midsummer Night's Dream
“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