“Thus I die. Thus, thus, thus.
Now I am dead,
Now I am fled,
My soul is in the sky.
Tongue, lose thy light.
Moon take thy flight.
Now die, die, die, die.” - A Midsummer Night's Dream
“Last scene of all that ends this strange, eventful history,
is second childishness and mere oblivion.
I am sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.” - As You Like It
“Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner
As Phaethon would whip you to the west,
And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,
That runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo
Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.
Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
By their own beauties or, if love be blind,
It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,
Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
And learn me how to lose a winning match,
Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:
Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,
With thy black mantle till strange love, grown bold,
Think true love acted simple modesty.
Come, night come, Romeo come, thou day in night
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
Give me my Romeo and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold,
Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child that hath new robes
And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,
And she brings news and every tongue that speaks
But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.” - Romeo and Juliet
“To die, is to be banish'd from myself
And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her,
Is self from self: a deadly banishment!
What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?
What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?
Unless it be to think that she is by,
And feed upon the shadow of perfection.
Except I be by Silvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale
Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
There is no day for me to look upon
She is my essence, and I leave to be,
If I be not by her fair influence
Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive.” - The Two Gentlemen of Verona
“Lovers and madmen have such seething brains
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
” - A Midsummer Night's Dream
“One pain is lessened by another’s anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.” - Romeo and Juliet
Читать полностью…“Tis too much proved—that with devotion's visage
And pious action we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.” - Hamlet
“This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,
Which gives men stomach to digest his words
With better appetite.” - Julius Caesar
“Never he will not:
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety: other women cloy
The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies”
“For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings...”
“Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood.”
Читать полностью…“Our doubts are traitors,
and make us lose the good we oft might win,
by fearing to attempt.” - Measure for Measure
“We all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh few are angels.” - Henry VIII
Читать полностью…“O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, That he hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell!” - A Midsummer Night's Dream
Читать полностью…“But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.” - Romeo & Juliet
“Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.” - Romeo and Juliet
“What a piece of work is a man! How noble in Reason! how infinite in faculties! 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
Читать полностью…“Reputation is an idle and most false imposition oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.(Iago, Act II, scene iii)” - Othello
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