“What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no.” - King Henry IV, Part 1
Читать полностью…“I talk of you:
Why did you wish me milder? would you have me
False to my nature? Rather say I play
The man I am.” - Coriolanus
“Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,
And ye that on the sands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him
When he comes back you demi-puppets that
By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime
Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice
To hear the solemn curfew by whose aid,
Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm’d
The noontide sun, call’d forth the mutinous winds,
And ‘twixt the green sea and the azured vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire and rifted Jove’s stout oak
With his own bolt the strong-based promontory
Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck’d up
The pine and cedar: graves at my command
Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let ‘em forth
By my so potent art. But this rough magic
I here abjure, and, when I have required
Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy charm is for, I’ll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I’ll drown my book.” - The Tempest
“The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.” - Othello
Читать полностью…“There is a willow grows aslant the brook that shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream therewith fantastic garlands did she make of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples that the liberal shepherds give a grosser name, but our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them. There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds clamb'ring to hang, an envious sliver broke when down her weedy trophies and herself fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide and, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up which time she chanted snatches of old lauds, as one incapable of her own distress, or like a creature native and indued unto that element but long it could not be till that her garments, heavy with their drink, pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay to muddy death.” - Hamlet
Читать полностью…“Words are easy, like the wind Faithful friends are hard to find.” - The Passionate Pilgrim
Читать полностью…“Romeo:
If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
Juliet:
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
Romeo:
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
Juliet:
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
Romeo:
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
Juliet:
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
Romeo:
Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
Juliet:
Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
Romeo:
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again.
Juliet:
You kiss by the book.” - Romeo and Juliet
“The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders
At out quaint spirits.” - A Midsummer Night's Dream
“I will do anything ... ere I'll be married to a sponge.” - The Merchant of Venice
Читать полностью…“What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again,
Good Kate I am a gentleman.” - The Taming of the Shrew
“For we, which now behold these present days,
Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.”
“To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on.” - Othello
Читать полностью…“Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.” - Hamlet
Читать полностью…“He eats nothing but doves, love, and that breeds hot blood, and hot blood beget hot thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love.” - Troilus and Cressida
Читать полностью…“Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe”
Читать полностью…“O! how shall summer's honey breath hold out, / Against the wrackful siege of battering days?” - Sonnets
Читать полностью…“O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note,
to drown me in thy sister’s flood of tears.” - The Comedy of Errors
“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