That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Stichwörter: love death winter fall bare-ruined-choirs priceless
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Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Stichwörter: love
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To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
William ShakespeareStichwörter: honesty
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My lord constable, the armor that I saw in your tent to-night, are those stars or suns upon it?
Con. Stars, my lord.
Dau. Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope.
Con. And yet my sky shall not want.
Dau. That may be, for you bear a many superfluously, and ’twere more honor some were away.
Con. Even as your horse bears your praises; who would trot as well, were some of your brags dismounted.
Henry V, 3.7.69-78
Stichwörter: shakespeare henry-v
Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
William Shakespeareمسكينة يا جثة بها حياة! إذ أغلقوا عليك قبر ميت!
William ShakespeareI wish you all the joy that you can wish.
William ShakespeareStichwörter: joy salutation greeting
When your friend lies to you it's not his fault but actually is your's, because you didn't give him proper space to tell the truth.
William ShakespeareTodos somos hombres,
por naturaleza, frágiles y capaces
de nuestra carne; pocos son ángeles.
I will go tell him of Hermia's flight:
Then to the wood will he to-morrow night
Pursue her; and for this intelligence
If I have thanks, it is a dear expense:
But herein mean I to enrich my pain,
To have his sight thither and back again.
Stichwörter: pain hermia pursue expense demetrius
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