“If there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it,
Making it momentary as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!'
The jaws of darkness do devour it up
So quick bright things come to confusion.” - A Midsummer Night's Dream
“Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words' deceit.” - The Comedy of Errors
Читать полностью…“...and when he dies, cut him out in little stars, and the face of heaven will be so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no heed to the garish sun.”
Читать полностью…“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
“Why what a fool was I to this drunken monster for a God. - Caliban” - The Tempest
Читать полностью…“You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate
As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize
As the dead carcasses of unburied men
That do corrupt my air, I banish you
And here remain with your uncertainty!” - Tragedy of Coriolanus
“My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man
That function is smothered in surmise,
And nothing is but what is not.” - Macbeth
“He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.” - Much Ado About Nothing
Читать полностью…“I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this,
Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.” - Othello
“Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides:
Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.” - King Lear
“Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear,
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.”
“Some grief shows much of love,
But much of grief shows still some want of wit.” - Romeo and Juliet
“What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.” - Romeo and Juliet
“The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.” - As You Like It
Читать полностью…“My liege, and madam, to expostulate
What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time,
Were nothing but to waste night, day and time.
Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
I will be brief.” - Hamlet
“RUMOUR:
"Upon my tongues continual slanders ride,
The which in every language I pronounce,
Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.” - Henry IV, Part 2
“No matter where of comfort no man speak:
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs
Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth,
Let's choose executors and talk of wills:
And yet not so, for what can we bequeath
Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbroke's,
And nothing can we call our own but death
And that small model of the barren earth
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings
How some have been deposed some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed
Some poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd
All murder'd: for within the hollow crown
That rounds the mortal temples of a king
Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits,
Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp,
Allowing him a breath, a little scene,
To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks,
Infusing him with self and vain conceit,
As if this flesh which walls about our life,
Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus
Comes at the last and with a little pin
Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood
With solemn reverence: throw away respect,
Tradition, form and ceremonious duty,
For you have but mistook me all this while:
I live with bread like you, feel want,
Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus,
How can you say to me, I am a king?” - Richard II
“Wooing, wedding, and repenting is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hasty like a Scotch jig--and full as fantastical the wedding, mannerly modest, as a measure, full of state and ancientry and then comes repentance and with his bad legs falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave.” - Much Ado About Nothing
Читать полностью…“To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.” - Hamlet
Читать полностью…“Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world now could I drink hot blood,
And do such bitter business as the day
Would quake to look on.” - Hamlet
“D. John.: I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in his grace and it better fits my blood to be disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob love from any: in this, though I cannot be said to be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog therefore I have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my mouth, I would bite if I had my liberty, I would do my liking: in the meantime, let me be that I am, and seek not to alter me.” - Much Ado About Nothing
Читать полностью…“A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting
The perfume and suppliance of a minute
No more.” - Hamlet
“I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them
The good is oft interred with their bones” - Julius Caesar