1963 ordspråk av William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel, but do not dull thy palm with entertainment of each new-hatched unfledged comrade.
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The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.
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The game is up.
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The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us
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The good I stand on is my truth and honesty.
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The guilt being great, the fear doth still exceed; And extreme fear can neither fight nor fly, But coward-like with trembling terror die
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The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.
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The heavens themselves, the planets and this centre Observe degree, priority and place.
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The houses that he makes last till doomsday.
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The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time.
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The insane root That takes the reason prisoner.
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The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
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The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him they try
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The king's name is a tower of strength.
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The lady doth protest too much, me thinks
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