much that joy could not show itself modest enough without a badge of bitterness.
Eury Lynцитирует7 месяцев назад
LEONATO
A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers.
Bardolatorцитирует2 года назад
Death, in guerdon of her wrongs, Gives her fame which never dies. So the life that died with shame Lives in death with glorious fame. Hang thou there upon the tomb, Praising her when I am dumb.
Bardolatorцитирует2 года назад
will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes;
Bardolatorцитирует2 года назад
Will you then write me a sonnet in praise of my beauty?
Bardolatorцитирует2 года назад
beshrew my hand, If it should give your age such cause of fear: In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword.
Bardolatorцитирует2 года назад
is fallen Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea Hath drops too few to wash her clean
Bardolatorцитирует2 года назад
all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. This is an accident of hourly proof, Which I mistrusted not.
Bardolatorцитирует2 года назад
I must be sad when I have cause and smile at no man's jests, eat when I have stomach and wait for no man's leisure, sleep when I am drowsy and tend on no man's business, laugh when I am merry and claw no man in his humour.