Quotes from William Shakespeare

O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the hearts of desperate men!

The More I Rest The More I Go In VAIN

meet it is I set it down        That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;        At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark. [

What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just; And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

Sebastian says modestly that though his twin resembled him very much , she was reputed to be beautiful. But more importantly, she had a mind that was just and beautiful. she drowned in salt water, leaving sebastian to drown her memories in the salt water of his tears.

Stay, I prithee tell me what thou think'st of me. Viola: That you do think you are not what you are. Olivia: If I think so, I think the same of you. Viola: Then think you right; I am not what I am. Olivia: I would you were as I would have you be. Viola: Would it be better, madam, than I am? I wish it might, for now I am your fool.

La mort, ce sombre fantôme, est assise sur son bras vigoureux : ce bras se lève, retombe, et alors les hommes meurent.

Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness

Come, come, be every one officious To make this banquet; which I wish may prove More stern and bloody than the Centaurs' feast.

This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirator, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar. He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!

Which is the villain? let me see his eyes, That, when I note another man like him, I may avoid him: which of these is he?

Love loving not itself, none other can.

Now go with me and with this holy man Into the chantry by: there, before him, And underneath that consecrated roof, Plight me the full assurance of your faith.

Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart.

Quieres lograr lo que estimas ornamento de la vida y en tu propia estimación vivir como un cobarde, poniendo el no me atrevo al servicio del quiero como el gato del refrán? MACBETH: ¡Ya basta! Me atrevo a todo lo que sea digno de un hombre, quien se atreva a más, no lo es.

If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.

Astros extinguíos! No aclare vuestra luz mis oscuros designios.

You hold too heinous a respect of grief. CONSTANCE. He talks to me that never had a son. KING PHILIP. You are as fond of grief as of your child. CONSTANCE. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.

I'll follow this good man, and go with you; And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.

Give me a staff of honor for mine age, / But not a scepter to control the world.

Say, what abridgement have you for this evening? What masque, what music? How shall we beguile The lazy time if not with some delight?

But now my gracious numbers are decay'd, And my sick muse doth give another place. I grant, sweet love, thy lovely argument Deserves the travail of a worthier pen;

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...

Ciò che risplende fa così in fretta a svanire.