“Of all the wonders that I have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear
Seeing death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
(Act II, Scene 2)” - Julius Caesar
“Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.” - Much Ado About Nothing
Читать полностью…“O, beware, my lord, of jealousy
It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.” - Othello
“Can I go forward when my heart is here?
Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.” - Romeo and Juliet
“He that is thy friend indeed,
He will help thee in thy need:
If thou sorrow, he will weep
If thou wake, he cannot sleep:
Thus of every grief in heart
He with thee doth bear a part.
These are certain signs to know
Faithful friend from flattering foe.” - The Passionate Pilgrim
“Come away, come away, Death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid
Fly away, fly away, breath,
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it!
My part of death no one so true did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strewn:
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown.
A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where
Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!” - Twelfth night
“Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight,
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had
Past reason hated” - The Sonnets
“Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.
Even now I curse the day—and yet, I think,
Few come within the compass of my curse,—
Wherein I did not some notorious ill,
As kill a man, or else devise his death,
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it,
Accuse some innocent and forswear myself,
Set deadly enmity between two friends,
Make poor men's cattle break their necks
Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night,
And bid the owners quench them with their tears.
Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves,
And set them upright at their dear friends' doors,
Even when their sorrows almost were forgot
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.'
Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things
As willingly as one would kill a fly,
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.” - Titus Andronicus
“This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs.” - The Merchant of Venice
Читать полностью…“If all the year were playing holidays To sport would be as tedious as to work.” - King Henry IV, Part 1
Читать полностью…“POLONIUS My lord, the queen would speak with you, and presently.
HAMLET Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?
POLONIUS By th'mass, and 'tis like a camel indeed.
HAMLET Methinks it is like a weasel.
POLONIUS It is backed like a weasel.
HAMLET Or like a whale?
POLONIUS Very like a whale.
HAMLET Then I will come to my mother by and by. - They fool me to the top of my bent. - I will come by and by.” - Hamlet, Prince of Denmark
“Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.
Even now I curse the day—and yet, I think,
Few come within the compass of my curse,—
Wherein I did not some notorious ill,
As kill a man, or else devise his death,
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it,
Accuse some innocent and forswear myself,
Set deadly enmity between two friends,
Make poor men's cattle break their necks
Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night,
And bid the owners quench them with their tears.
Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves,
And set them upright at their dear friends' doors,
Even when their sorrows almost were forgot
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.'
Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things
As willingly as one would kill a fly,
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.” - Titus Andronicus
“Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.” - Macbeth
Читать полностью…“Come, gentle night come, loving, black-browed night
Give me my Romeo and, when I 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...” - Romeo and Juliet
“Glendower: I can call the spirits from the vasty deep.
Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man
But will they come, when you do call for them?” - King Henry IV, Part 1
“To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep
No more and, by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub.” - Hamlet
“Tis safter to be that which we destroy
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.” - Macbeth
“No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.” - Richard III
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