|My Favorite Shakespeare's Quotes|
I've been gathering quotes from each of Shakespeare's plays that I have read over the
years. You might hear some of them quite often. You also might agree that they are
quite extraordinary verses that can easily capture your interest. If my favorites
happen to be the same as yours, I can only say 'great minds think alike, and so do ours'....:-)
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DECLARATION OF LOVE|
THE VALUE OF LOVE
DECLARATION OF LOVE
Alas, why, fearing at time's tyranny,
Might I not thus say, Now I love you but,
When I was certain o'er incertainty.
This I do vow, and this shall ever be,
Give me my Romeo, and when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garrish sun.--Juliet
I do love nothing in the world so well as you;
Doubt thou the stars are fire,
THE VALUE OF LOVE
Venus and Adonis|
"A thousand kisses buys my heart from me;
And pay them at thy leisure, one by one.
What is ten hundred touches unto thee?
Are they not quickly told and quickly gone?
Say, for non-payment that the debt should double,
Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?"--Venus
But that your trespass now becomes a fee;
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.
And now she beats her heart, whereat it groans,
That all the neighbour-caves, as seeming troubled,
Make verbal repetition of her moans;
Passion on Passion deeply is redoubled:
"Ah me!" she cries, and twenty times, "woe, woe!"
And twenty echoes twenty times cry so.
I am dying, Egypt, dying; only
I here importune death awhile, until
Of many thousand kisses the poor last
I lay upon thy lips.
With fairest flowers
Whilst summer lasts and I live here, Fidele,
I'll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack
The flower that Æ like thy face, pale primrose, nor
The azured harebell, like thy veins, no, nor
The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander,
Out-sweeten'd not thy breath.
"Since thou art dead, lo, here I prophesy,
Good night, good rest. Ah, neither be my share:
She bade good night that kept my rest away;
And daffed me to a cabin hanged with care,
To descant on the doubts of my decay.
'Farewell,' quoth she, 'and come again tomorrow:
Farewell I could not, for I supped with sorrow.'>
"Now let me say good night, and so say you;
If you will say so, you shall have a kiss."
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow
that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
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