For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.
William ShakespeareMots clés sorrow
Oh beware my Lord of jealousy, for it is the green eyed monster.
William ShakespeareMarry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life, and, to be short, what not that's sweet and happy.
William ShakespeareHow came the noble Timon to this change?
TIMON: As the moon does, by wanting light to give:
But then renew I could not, like the moon;
There were no suns to borrow of.
My friends were poor, but honest; so's my love:
William Shakespearetoo much sadness hath congealed your blood,
And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam lady. Would 'twere done.
William ShakespeareHere is my hand, and here I firmly vow
Never to woo her more, but do forswear her
As one unworthy all the former favors
That I have fondly flattered her withal.
But jealous souls will not be answered so.
They are not ever jealous for the cause,
But jealous for they’re jealous. It is a monster
Begot upon itself, born on itself.
Mots clés william-shakespeare othello act-3 scene-4
Their images I loved I view in thee
And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.
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