William Shakespeare

“Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.”

“Mere prattle without practice”

“What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyesWould, with themselves, shut up my thoughts...”

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

“Were such things here as we do speak about?Or have we eaten on the insane rootThat takes the reason prisoner?”

“You are not worth the dust which the rude wind blows in your face”

“There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'stBut in his motion like an angel sings,Still quiring [making music] to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls,But whilst this muddy vesture of decayDoth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it.”

“For a quart of Ale is a dish for a king.”

“O thou well skill'd in curses, stay awhileAnd teach me how to curse mine enemies!QUEEN MARGARET. Forbear to sleep the nights, and fast the days;Compare dead happiness with living woe;Think that thy babes were sweeter than they were,And he that slew them fouler than he is.Bett'ring thy loss makes the bad-causer worse;Revolving this will teach thee how to curse.QUEEN ELIZABETH. My words are dull; O, quicken them with thine!QUEEN MARGARET. Thy woes will make them sharp and pierce like mine. DUCHESS. Why should calamity be fun of words?QUEEN ELIZABETH. Windy attorneys to their client woes,Airy succeeders of intestate joys,Poor breathing orators of miseries,Let them have scope; though what they will impartHelp nothing else, yet do they case the heart.DUCHESS. If so, then be not tongue-tied. Go with me,And in the breath of bitter words let's smotherMy damned son that thy two sweet sons smother'd.The trumpet sounds; be copious in exclaims.”

“I have learn'd that fearful commentingIs leaden servitor to dull delay;Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary.Then fiery expedition be my wing,Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king!Go, muster men. My counsel is my shield.We must be brief when traitors brave the field.”

“If thou didst ever thy dear father love—Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder”

“Here is the indictment of the good Lord Hastings;Which in a set hand fairly is engross'dThat it may be to-day read o'er in Paul's.And mark how well the sequel hangs together:Eleven hours I have spent to write it over,For yesternight by Catesby was it sent me;The precedent was full as long a-doing;And yet within these five hours Hastings liv'd,Untainted, unexamin'd, free, at liberty.Here's a good world the while! Who is so grosThat cannot see this palpable device?Yet who's so bold but says he sees it not?Bad is the world; and all will come to nought,When such ill dealing must be seen in thought.”

“Perdonados serán unos, castigados otros; pues jamás hubo tan lamentable historia como la de Julieta y su Romeo.”

“Let me play the lion too: I will roar that I will do any man's heart good to hear me. I will roar that I will make the duke say 'Let him roar again, let him roar again.”

“Come, we burn daylight, ho!”

“¡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.”

“The time is out of joint—O cursèd spite,That ever I was born to set it right!”

“O, mickle is the powerful grace that liesIn herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:For nought so vile that on the earth doth liveBut to the earth some special good doth give,Nor aught so good but strain’d from that fair useRevolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;And vice sometimes by action dignified.Within the infant rind of this small flowerPoison hath residence and medicine power:For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.Two such opposed kings encamp them stillIn man as well as herbs, grace and rude will;And where the worser is predominant,Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.”

“The April's in her eyes: it is love's Spring,And these the showers to bring it on..”

“Fie, wrangling queen!Whom everything becomes, to chide, to laugh,To weep; whose every passion fully strivesTo make itself, in thee, fair and admired!”

“What our contempt often hurls from us,We wish it our again; the present pleasure,By revolution lowering, does becomeThe opposite of itself”

“Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love; we cannot call her winds and waters, sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report...”

“I know love is begun by time,And that I see, in passages of proof,Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.There lives within the very flame of loveA kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.And nothing is at a like goodness still.For goodness, growing to a pleurisy,Dies in his own too-much. That we would do,We should do when we would, for this “would” changesAnd hath abatements and delays as manyAs there are tongues, are hands, are accidents.And then this “should” is like a spendthrift sighThat hurts by easing.”

“Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep;And in his simple show he harbours treason.”

“The More I Rest The More I Go In VAIN”

“Her name is Portia”

“Though in the trade of war I have slain men,Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscienceTo do no contrived murder: I lack iniquitySometimes to do me service: nine or ten timesI had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs.”

“A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;Whole misadventured piteous overthrowsDo with their death bury their parents' strife.”

“Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.”

“such wanton, wild, and usual slips/ As are companions noted and most known/ To youth and liberty.”

“What need the bridge much broader than the flood? The fairest grant is the necessity.”

“Why I, in this weak piping time of piece,Have no delight to pass away the time,Unless to see my shadow in the sunAnd descant on my own deformity”

“Each substance of grief hath twenty shadows, which shows like grief itself, but is not so; or sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, divides one thing entire to many objects: like perspectives which, rightly gaz'd upon, show nothing but confusion:”

“And the creature run from the cur? There thou mightst behold the great image of authority: a dog’s obeyed in office.Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand.Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine own back.Thou hotly lust’st to use her in that kindFor which thou whipp’st her. The usurer hangs the cozener.Through tattered clothes great vices do appear;Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks.Arm it in rags, a pigmy’s straw does pierce it.None does offend—none, I say, none. I’ll able 'em.Take that of me, my friend, who have the powerTo seal th' accuser’s lips. Get thee glass eyes,And like a scurvy politician seemTo see the things thou dost not.”

“Parece natural en la vejez excedernos en la desconfianza, igual que es propio de los jóvenes andar escasos de juicio.”

“Llévate mi bendición y graba en tu memoria estos principios: no le prestes lengua al pensamiento, ni lo pongas por obra si es impropio. Sé sociable, pero no con todos. Al amigo que te pruebe su amistad sujétalo al alma con aros de acero, pero no embotes tu mano agasajando al primer conocido que te llegue. Guárdate de riñas, pero, si peleas, haz que tu adversario se guarde de ti. A todos presta oídos; tu voz, a pocos. Escucha el juicio de todos, y guárdate el tuyo. Viste cuan fino permita tu bolsa, mas no estrafalario; elegante, no chillón, pues el traje suele revelar al hombre, y los franceses de rango y calidad son de suma distinción a este respecto. Ni tomes ni des prestado, pues dando se suele perder préstamo y amigo, y tomando se vicia la buena economía. Y, sobre todo, sé fiel a ti mismo...”

“I, sir, am Dromio; command him away. I, sir, am Dromio; pray, let me stay.”

“How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!”

“I think the sun where he were born drew all such humours from him.”

“Have not we affections and desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?”

“She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.”

“Hopeless and helpless doth AEgeon wend,But to procrastinate his lifeless end.”

“My lord, I will take my leave of you. Hamlet: You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal...”

“Where we are, There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, The nearer bloody.”

“Não tenho dormido.Entre a ação de um ato terrível e o primeiro gesto, todo esse intervalo é como um fantasma ou um sonho odioso: O Génio e os instrumentos mortais estão nessa altura reunidos; e a condição do homem, equiparável a um pequeno reino, sofre então a natureza de uma insurreição.”

“I charge thee, fling away ambition. By that sin fell the angels.”

“When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?”

“Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all,What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call, All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more. Then if for my love thou my love receivest,I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest, But yet be blam’d, if thou this self deceivest By willful taste of what thyself refusest.”

“More are men's ends mark'd than their lives before:The setting sun, and music at the close,As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,Writ in remembrance more than things long past”

“The wheel is come full circle.”