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Danh ngôn của William Shakespeare (Sứ mệnh: 7)

No legacy is so rich as honesty.
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.
Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
If music be the food of love, play on.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her Is self from self: a deadly banishment!
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.
Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
The love of heaven makes one heavenly.
Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love.
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
I was adored once too.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be.
The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.
My pride fell with my fortunes.
I bear a charmed life.
If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
They do not love that do not show their love.
Let no such man be trusted.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss; and if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor.
Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
The valiant never taste of death but once.
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.
Boldness be my friend.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
To do a great right do a little wrong.
Men's vows are women's traitors!
'Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.
Death is a fearful thing.
For I can raise no money by vile means.
Women may fall when there's no strength in men.
Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.
But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.
Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.
We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.