Oh, I am fortune's fool!
William ShakespeareMots clés fate classic fortune luck
Brevity is the soul of wit.
William ShakespeareAlas, the frailty is to blame, not we
For such as we are made of, such we be
Music, moody food
Of us that trade in love.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
William ShakespeareMots clés romeo-and-juliet
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.
William ShakespeareI wasted time, and now doth time waste me;
For now hath time made me his numbering clock:
My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar
Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,
Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,
Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.
Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is
Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart,
Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans
Show minutes, times, and hours.
Mots clés time
We know what we are, but not what we may be.
William ShakespeareMots clés identity hamlet possibilities
I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.
William ShakespeareI am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
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