William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 97 | Just Great DataBase

Приходится говорить осмотрительно, а не то мы погибнем от двусмысленности

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

Но все равно;Хотя бы Геркулес весь мир разнес,А кот мяучит, и гуляет пес

Refrain tonight And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence: the next more easy; For use alomost can change the stamp of nature

How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scrupleOf thinking too precisely on the event,A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do;'Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me: Witness this army of such mass and charge Led by a delicate and tender prince, Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd

But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here about my heart;but it is no matter.

Держи подальше мысль от языка,А необдуманную мысль — от действий.

For in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.

[addressing attendants sent to find a body:]He will stay till ye come.

Ay,sir;to be honest,as this world goes,is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.

Canst thou not... Raze out the written troubles of the brain And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous Stuff Which weights upon the heart?

When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished. Whiles

You wait on nature’s mischief. Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark To cry Hold, hold!

They must lie there. Go carry them and smear (50) The sleepy grooms with blood.

Tis safer to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.

Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.

We rest your hermits.

Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes and unprovokes. It provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore,

Middle Tennessee? Really? My bracket is more busted than Screech's face during puberty.

Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward to what they were before.