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The feast is sold
That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis amaking,
'Tis given with welcome. To feed were best at home;
From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony;
Meeting were bare without it.

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.

Nought's had, all's spent,
Where our desire is got without content.

Петручио
Синьор, синьор, строптивую не трогать!

Гремио
Да, вы её оставьте Геркулесу:
Славнее прежних этот подвиг будет.

Я хмурю бровь - он любит все сильней.
Кляну его - в нем только ярче пламя.
Чем жестче я - тем он нежней со мной.

Diseases desperate grown,
By desperate appliance are relieved,
Or not at all

I am in this earthly world, where to do harm is often laudable, to do good sometime accounted dangerous folly.

We are arrant knaves all, believe none of us.

But virtue, as it never will be moved,
Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,
So lust, though to a radiant angel linked,
Will sate itself in a celestial bed
And prey on garbage.

“I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God
has given you one face, and you make yourselves
another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and
nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness
your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath
made me mad.