Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.
William ShakespeareMots clés love
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.
Mots clés jealousy allegory monsters mockery vices
If there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes. If the winds rages, doth not the sea wax mad, threat'ning the welkin with its big-swoll'n face? And wilt though have a reason for this coil? I am the sea. Hark how her sighs doth blow. She is the weeping welkin, I the earth.
William ShakespeareExit, pursued by a bear.
William ShakespeareMots clés theater legend bizarre surrealism
I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.
William Shakespeareit provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance
William ShakespeareThere are no tricks in plain and simple faith.
William ShakespeareBut, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Mots clés romeo-and-juliet
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
William ShakespeareMots clés religious zealots deceit fundamentalists
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