Уильям Шекспир: Цитаты на английском языке (страница 26)

“The worst was this: my love was my decay.”

“To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.”

“More matter with less art.”

“Happy are those who hear their detractions and can put them to mending.”

“Something wicked this way comes”

“The art of our necessities is strange
That can make vile things precious.”

“A thousand times good night. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, but love from love, toward school with heavy looks.”

“The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.”

“Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe:
Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.
March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell;
If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.”

“Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.”

“Why should we rise because 'tis light?
Did we lie down because t'was night?”

“My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.”

“Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house;
Write loyal cantons of contemned love
And sing them loud even in the dead of night.”

“Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.”

“Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;
Life and these lips have long been separated:
Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.”

“It were a grief so brief to part with thee.
Farewell.”

“Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.”

“This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.”

“therein lies the rub”