The art of our necessities is strange
That can make vile things precious.
Mots clés despair necessity misery need
الغلو بالثقة هو العدو الأكبر لبنى البشر.
William Shakespeareامنح الحزن كلمات. فالفجيعة التى لا تُنطق إنما تُهامس القلب الفائض بالألم، وتأمره بأن ينحط.
William ShakespeareI read that I profess, the Art of Love.
Bianca: And may you prove, sir, master of your art!
Lucentio: While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart!
Mots clés love shakespeare heart
Age, thou hast lost thy labor.
William ShakespeareMethought I was enamour'd of an ass.
William ShakespeareMots clés queen-titania
you have not succeeded until you are finished
William ShakespeareEarth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:
Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
When well-apparell'd April on the heel
Of limping winter treads, even such delight
Among fresh female buds shall you this night
Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,
And like her most whose merit most shall be:
Good Madonna, why mournest thou?
Good Fool, for my brother's death.
I think his soul is in hell, Madonna.
I know his soul is in heaven, Fool.
The more fool, Madonna, to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven.
You may my glories and my state depose,
But not my griefs; still am I king of those.
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