sorry im such a nerd but i love these
my favourite is "Now is the Winter of our discontent"
it means like things are bad now but good times are ahead

sorry im such a nerd but i love these
my favourite is "Now is the Winter of our discontent"
it means like things are bad now but good times are ahead

Fie, fie, unknit that threat'ning unkind brow
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor.
It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads,
Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds,
And in no sense is meet or amiable.
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty,
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee
And for thy maintenance; commits his body
To painful labor both by sea and land,
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
Whilst thou li'st warm at home, secure and safe;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands
But love, fair looks, and true obedience--
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband;
And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she but a foul contending rebel
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am ashamed that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace,
Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,
Whey they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
But that our soft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts?
Come, come, you froward and unable worms,
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great, my reason haply more,
To bandy word for word and frown for frown.
But now I see our lances are but straws,
Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,
That seeming to be most which we indeed least are.
Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot,
And place your hands below your husband's foot,
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready, may it do him ease.
I wish lol.
“All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.”
“Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.”
Vaughan-Williams set his Serenade to Music to Shakespeare's merchant of Venice.
There's some nice bits in there.
"How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night
Become the touches IB of sweet harmony."
"The man that hath no music in himself,
RH Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds,
RE Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils;
NA The motions of his spirit are dull as night
And his affections dark as Erebus:
Let no such man be trusted."
And of course, the classic,
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
What an awesome question!
‘The lady doth protest too much, methinks‘
(Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 2)
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Oh I love it! I also unfortunately don’t get most of Shakespeare and some how managed to not read any of it in school. But he was a genius and I love what has been explained to me. The one I have always loved most is in the taming of the shrew when he says something about having the bee stinger for his wife.
My favorite might be, "Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in its petty pace from day tot day, and all its yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle..." Love that quote from MacBeth. have you read it?
''Though this be madness, yet there is method in ‘t.'' (Hamlet)
''O horror! horror! horror!'' (Macbeth)
I frequently use these quotes at work :)
„Let us sit upon the ground and tell sad stories of the death of kings.“
- Richard II, Act 3, Scene 2
Don't really have one, I prefer the Russians when it comes to old authors
"Every rose has its thorn. Just as every night has its dawn. Just as every cowboy sings a sad, sad song."
William Shakespeare.
I dont think I every studied him. So I have no idea
I must be cruel only to be kind.
To be or not to be
Who is Shakespeare?
Ah ohk. You like poems?@trina_x
You write? That's awesome ma'am
My kingdom for a horse.
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