Quotes from William Shakespeare

Our tears are not yet brewed.

Sí. ¿Qué tristeza alarga las horas de Romeo? ROMEO No tener lo que, al tenerlo, las abrevia.

Now could thou and I rob the thieves and go merrily to London, it would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest forever.

Adieu, valour: rust, rapier: be still, drum, for your manager is in love: yea, he loveth. Assist me, some extemporal god of rhyme, for I am sure I shall turn sonnet. Devise, wit: write, pen, for I am for whole volumes in folio.

Come, thou tortoise!

Yet cease your ire, you angry stars of heaven! Wind, rain, and thunder, remember earthly man Is but a substance that must yield to you.

The whole world - theater, and the people in it - the actors

And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

War is no strife To the dark house and the detested wife.

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am arm'd so strong in honesty

What are these, So withered, and so wild in their attire, That look not like th'inhabitants o'th' earth And yet are on't? - Live you, or are you aught That man may question? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips. You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.

Let us revenge this with our pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know I speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.

In fact, suggests Lewis, the entrance to the netherworld, where every evil will find its comeuppance, is locked from the inside, the damned souls having slammed shut every possible door that may lead the repentant sinner to God.

Fair, kind and true' is all my argument, 'Fair, kind, and true' varying to other words; And in this change is my invention spent, Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords. 'Fair, kind, and true,' have often lived alone, Which three till now never kept seat in one.

I pray thee, peace. I will be flesh and blood, For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently, However they have writ the style of gods And made a push at chance and sufferance.

Omittance is no quittance.

Cut him out in little stars.

They that stand high have many blasts to shake 275 them, 276 And if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.

That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face! If thou beest slain, and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.

Is this a prologue or a posy of a ring? Ophelia: Tis brief, my lord Hamlet: As woman's love.

But when in other habits you are seen –   Orsino's mistress, and his fancy's queen!

Poor bird! Thou 'dst never fear the net nor lime, The pitfall nor the gin.

Le han visto allí muchas mañanas, aumentando con su llanto el rocío de la mañana, añadiendo a las nubes sus nubes de suspiros. Mas, en cuanto el sol, que todo alegra, comienza a descorrer por el remoto oriente las oscuras cortinas del lecho de Aurora, mi melancólico hijo huye de la luz y se encierra solitario en su aposento, cerrando las ventanas, expulsando toda luz y creándose una noche artificial