William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 103 | Just Great DataBase

Throw physic to the dogs; I’ll none of it.

      Nay, but he prated, And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms Against your honor, That, with the little godliness I have, I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray you, sir, Are you fast married? Be assured of this, That the magnifico is much beloved; And hath, in his effect, a voice potential As double as the duke's: he will divorce you; Or put upon you what restraint and grievance The law,—with all his might to enforce it on,— Will give him cable.

And he is yours, and his must needs be yours. Your servant’s servant is your servant, madam.

CAMILLO                                              Swear his thought over By each particular star in heaven and By all their influences, you may as well Forbid the sea for to obey the moon As, or by oath remove, or counsel shake The fabric of his folly, whose foundation Is pil'd upon his faith, and will continue The standing of his body.

I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough;But riches fineless is as poor as winterTo him that ever fears he shall be poor;–Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defendFrom jealousy!

I am no fee’d post, lady. Keep your purse.

No temas; la isla está llena de sonidosy músicas suaves que deleitan y no dañan.Unas veces resuena en mi oído el vibrarde mil instrumentos, y otras son vocesque, si he despertado tras un largo sueño,de nuevo me hacen dormir. Y, al soñar, las nubes se me abren mostrando riquezasa punto de lloverme, así que despiertoy lloro por seguir soñando. (Calibán)

Let boors and franklins say it, I'll swear it

Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires. The eye wink at the hand, yet let that be (55) Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

Hell and night/Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.

There is no woman’s sides Can bide the beating of so strong a passion As love doth give my heart; no woman’s heart

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

Is whispering nothing?Is leaning cheek to cheek? Is meeting noses?Kissing with inside lip? Stopping the careerOf laughter with a sigh?- a note infallibleOf breaking honesty. Horsing foot on foot?Skulking in corners? Wishing clocks more swift;Hours, minutes; noon, midnight? And all eyesBlind with the pin and web but theirs, theirs only,That would unseen be wicked - is this nothing?Why, then the world and all that's in't is nothing;The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing;My is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings,If this be nothing.

To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

How easy is it for the proper false In women’s waxen hearts to set their forms! Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we, (30) For such as we are made of, such we be.

You mar our labour: keep your cabins:you do assist the storm[...] What cares these roarers for the name of king?

all the husbands That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself Hardly one subject.

All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem (25) To have thee crowned withal.

Good fool, help me to some light and some   paper. I tell thee, I am as well in my wits as any man in   Illyria.