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A Selection of the Most Famous Quotes by William ShakespeareHamlet:To be, or not to be, that is the question:Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,Or to take arms against a sea of troublesAnd by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,No more; and by a sleep to say we endThe heart-ache and the thousand natural shocksThat flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummationDevoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause—there's the respectThat makes calamity of so long life.For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,The insolence of office, and the spurnsThat patient merit of th'unworthy takes,When he himself might his quietus makeWith a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,To grunt and sweat under a weary life,But that the dread of something after death,The undiscovere'd country, from whose bournNo traveller returns, puzzles the will,And makes us rather bear those ills we haveThan fly to others that we know not of?Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,And thus the native hue of resolutionIs sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,And enterprises of great pitch and momentWith this regard their currents turn awryAnd lose the name of action.Hamlet Act 3, scene 1, 55–87 [Italics mine]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...William Shakespeare, "As You Like It"The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be afool.William Shakespeare, "As You Like It"Neither a borrower nor a lender be;For loan oft loses both itself and friend,William Shakespeare, "Hamlet"How sharper than a serpent's tooth it isTo have a thankless child!William Shakespeare, "King Lear"Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,That I shall say good night till it be morrow.William Shakespeare, "Romeo and Juliet"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?William Shakespeare, "Romeo and Juliet"What's in a name? That which we call a roseBy any other name would smell as sweet.William Shakespeare, "Romeo and Juliet"But love is blind, and lovers cannot seeThe pretty follies that themselves commit.William Shakespeare, "The Merchant of Venice"Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.William Shakespeare All's Well That Ends Well, I:2"Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em."Twelfth Night (II, v, 156-159)"Blow, blow, thou winter wind,Thou art not so unkindAs man's ingratitude;"As You Like It (II, vii, 174-176)To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,To the last syllable of recorded time;And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,And then is heard no more. It is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing.Macbeth Act 5, scene 5, 19–28Shylock:Most learnèd judge, a sentence! Come prepare!Portia:Tarry a little, there is something else.This bond doth give thee here no jot of blood;The words expressly are "a pound of flesh."The Merchant Of Venice Act 4, scene 1, 304–307Juliet:By and by, I come—To cease thy strife, and leave me to my grief.To-morrow will I send.Romeo:So thrive my soul—Juliet:A thousand times good night! [Exit above]Romeo:A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books,But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.Romeo And Juliet Act 2, scene 2, 149–157Porter:Here's a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of Hell Gate,he should have old turning the key. [Knock] Knock, knock,knock! Who's there, i' th' name of Belzebub? . . . [Knock] Knock,knock! Who's there, in th' other devil's name?Macbeth Act 2, scene 3, 1–8Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold? No, gods,I am no idle votarist: roots, you clear heavens!Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair,Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant.Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, thisWill lug your priests and servants from your sides,Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads:This yellow slaveWill knit and break religions, bless the accursed,Make the hoar leprosy adored, place thievesAnd give them title, knee and approbationWith senators on the bench:金子！黄黄的、发光的、宝贵的金子，这东西只这么一点点，就足够颠倒黑白，丑的变成美的，错的变成对的，卑贱的变得高贵……有了它在元老会上，强盗可以封官获爵，受到人们的跪拜颂扬《雅典的泰门》。
