William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 83 | Just Great DataBase

CAPULET: ...Well, we were born to die.

Though with their high wrongs I am struck to th' quick,Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my furyDo I take part.

Age, thou hast lost thy labor.

By love that first did prompt me to inquire;He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.I am no pilot, yet wert thou as farAs that vast shore washed with the farthest sea,I should adventure for such merchandise.

I would not wish any companion in the world but you

Sometime [Queen Mab] driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,Of healths five fathom deep; and then anonDrums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or twoAnd sleeps again

El infierno está vacío, y todos los diablos están aquí.

¡Oh, Romeo, Romeo! ¿Por qué eres Romeo? Renuncia a tu padre, abjura tu nombre; o, si no quieres esto, jura solamente amarme y ceso de ser una Capuleto.

Caliban: As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a sorcerer that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island.

I will beat thee into handsomeness

sonnets

who bore him three children

Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense tou whilt.

for naught so vile on the Earth doth live, but to the Earth some special good doth give

She refuses to be hit with Cupid's arrow. Shielded by the armor of chastity, she can't be charmed by words of love. She won't be assaulted by loving eyes, and she won't accept gifts of gold.

Why, such is love's transgression. Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast, Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet. Farewell, my coz.

OH ROMEO. THOU ART ROMEO. WILL YOU MARRY ME. THOU ART ROMEO.

If you find him sad, say I am dancing. If in mirth, report that I am sudden sick.

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

Antony:O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? SeeHow I convey my shame out of thine eyesBy looking back what I have left behind'Stroyed in dishonour.Cleopatra:O my lord, my lord,Forgive my fearful sails! I little thoughtYou would have followed.Antony:Egypt, thou knew'st too wellMy heart was to thy rudder tied by th' strings,And thou shouldst tow me after. O'er my spiritThy full supremacy thou knew'st, and thatThy beck might from the bidding of the godsCommand me.Cleopatra:O, my pardon!Antony:Now I mustTo the young man send humble treaties, dodgeAnd palter in the shifts of lowness, whoWith half the bulk o' th' world played as I pleased,Making and marring fortunes. You did knowHow much you were my conqueror, and thatMy sword, made weak by my affection, wouldObey it on all cause.Cleopatra: Pardon, pardon!Antony:Fall not a tear, I say; one of them ratesAll that is won and lost. Give me a kiss.Even this repays me.We sent our schoolmaster; is 'a come back?Love, I am full of lead. Some wineWithin there, and our viands! Fortune knowsWe scorn her most when she offers blows.