William Shakespeare: Citáty v angličtine (page 23)

“Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words”

“O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.”

“Eternity was in our lips and eyes.”

“Rumour is a pipe
Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures
And of so easy and so plain a stop
That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
The still-discordant wavering multitude,
Can play upon it.”

“All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.”

“O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention!”

“Under the greenwood tree,
Who loves to lie with me
And tune his merry note,
Unto the sweet bird's throat;
Come hither, come hither, come hither.
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.”

“Tis in my memory lock'd,
And you yourself shall keep the key of it.”

“Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.”

“Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.”

“Macbeth:
If we should fail?

Lady Macbeth:
We fail?
But screw your courage to the sticking place,
And we'll not fail.”

“what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes”

“Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives
must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.”

“When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.”

“It is not night when I do see your face,
Therefore I think I am not in the night;
Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company,
For you in my respect are all the world:
Then how can it be said I am alone,
When all the world is here to look on me?”

“And it is very much lamented,…
That you have no such mirrors as will turn
Your hidden worthiness into your eye
That you might see your shadow.”

“I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.”

“And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.”

“For where thou art, there is the world itself,
With every several pleasure in the world,
And where thou art not, desolation.”