Quotes from William Shakespeare

Life's an Unceartian Voyage

Be clamorous and leap all civil bounds Rather than make unprofited return.

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! Oh, that she knew she were!

?ycie jest jedynie przelotnym cieniem; ?a?osnym aktorem, co przez godzin? puszy si? i miota na scenie, po czym znika; opowie?ci? idioty, pe?n? wrzasku i w?ciek?o?ci, a nie znacz?c? nic.

Bist du zu feige, / Derselbe Mann zu sein in Tat und Mut, / Der du in Wünschen bist?

Love thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers.

We cannot but obey the powers above us. Could I rage and roar as doth the sea She lies in, yet the end must be as 'tis.

love thou the rose: yet leave it on its stem

May all to Athens back again repair, And think no more of this night's accidents But as the fierce vexation of a dream.

Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear: believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge.

M.O.A. I. doth sway my life.

For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash 75By any indirection.

every plan breaks easily, Because the intention is a slave to memory At the moment of birth, it digs itself a grave, Like a fruit, that holds to a branch, while green. And when it matures, it falls itself from the three.

But come what may, I do adore thee so That danger shall seem sport, and I will go!

Better thou hadst not been born than not t' have pleased me better.

exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last of December.

O, the word rises, but thought crawls, And word without thought comes difficult to heaven.

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities

Then with the losers let it sympathize, for nothing can seem foul to those that win.

You shall find there a man who is the abstract of all faults that all men follow.

Pero, ¿cómo es que eso aún vive en tu mente? ¿Qué más ves en el oscuro fondo y abismo del tiempo? (Próspero)

I like your silence, it the more shows off your wonder.

Mad I call it, for to define true madness, what is't to be nothing else but mad?

Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.