Цитаты из книги Romeo & Julia

This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property ordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings.

A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.

More matter with less art.

therein lies the rub

We are oft to blame in this, - 'tis too much proved, - that with devotion's visage, and pios action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.

I must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words.

A little more than kin, a little less than kind.

Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.

Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm

Neither a borrower nor a lender be, for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself king of infinite space

Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.

There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.