William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 57 | Just Great DataBase

If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;And all this day an unaccustom'd spiritLifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.I dreamt my lady came and found me dead—Strange dream, that gives a dead man leaveto think!—And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,That I revived, and was an emperor.Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!

Eyes, look your last; Arms, take your last embrace; and lips, O you,The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kissA dateless bargain to engrossing Death.

A peevish self-willed harlotry it is.*She’s a stubborn little brat.*

O shut the door! and when thou hast done so,Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

she shall scant show well that now shows best.

For you and I are past our dancing days

I have more care to staythan will to go.

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?

Когато в най-черно дело дяволът ни тласка, той слага си най-ангелската маска.

As I am an honest man, I thought you had received some bodily wound. There is more sense in that than in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most false imposition, oft got without merit and lost without deserving.

Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?

Now my charms are all o'erthrown...

The truth you speak doth lack some gentlenessAnd time to speak it in. You rub the soreWhen you should bring the plaster.

What seest thou elseIn the dark backward and abysm of time?

And as the morning steals upon the night, melting the darkness, so their rising senses begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle their clearer reason.

Hear my soul speak: The very instant that I saw you didMy heart fly to your service, there residesto make me slave to it, and for your sakeAm I this patient log-man.

Well may I get aboard. [He sees a bear.] This is the chase: I am gone for ever! [Exist pursued by a bear.]

The worm is not to be trusted...

Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alikeFeeds beast as man.