But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.
Milikilah lebih banyak daripada yang anda tunjukkan.
Berbicaralah tidak sebanyak yang anda ketahui.
The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders
At out quaint spirits.
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
William ShakespeareTo die, to sleep -
To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub,
For in this sleep of death what dreams may come...
Mots clés shakespeare afterlife hamlet death-and-dying
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray's
In deepest consequence
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
William ShakespeareMots clés insult
When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions!
William ShakespeareMots clés sorrows
There's small choice in rotten apples.
William ShakespeareMots clés choice
What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.
William ShakespeareMots clés fulfillment potential abilities humankind
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