Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

“Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass,That I may see my shadow as I pa…”

“O, full of scorpions is my mind!”

“Если теперь, так, значит, не потом; если не потом, так, значит, теперь; если не…”

“I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon, than keep a corne…”