God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man. In truth, I know it is a sin to be a mocker, but he! why, he hath a horse better than the Neapolitan’s, a better bad habit of frowning than the Count Palentine; he is every man in no man. If a throstle sing, he falls straight a-cap’ring. He will fence with his own shadow. If I should marry him, I should marry twenty husbands.
William ShakespeareStichwörter: humorous-quotations ugly-men
And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.
Of France and England, did this king succeed;
Whose state so many had the managing.
That they lost France and made his England bleed.
My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve,
Desire his death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
Stichwörter: shakespeare sonnet sonnets 147
Thus weary of the world, away she hies,
And yokes her silver doves; by whose swift aid
Their mistress mounted through the empty skies
In her light chariot quickly is convey'd;
Holding their course to Paphos, where their queen
Means to immure herself and not be seen.
Stichwörter: poetry solitude isolation seclusion cyprus
Um tolo acha que ele é sábio, mas o homem sábio sabe que é um tolo.
William ShakespeareWhat, Lucius, ho!
I cannot, by the progress of the stars,
Give guess how near to day. Lucius, I say!
I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.
When, Lucius, when? awake, I say! what, Lucius!
What win I if I gain the thing I seek?
A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.
Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week?
Or sells eternity to get a toy?
Stichwörter: sandman neil-gaiman tempest
Ne postoji ništa ni dobro ni loše, nego od razmišljanja postaje takvo.
William ShakespeareAll the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
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