Zitate von William Shakespeare
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Ich hielt es einst wie unsre großen Herrn / für niedrig, schön zu schreiben, und bemühte / mich sehr, es zu verlernen.
Informationen über William Shakespeare
Dramatiker, Dichter, Schauspieler, Sprachvirtuose, "Ein Sommernachtstraum", "Romeo und Julia", "Othello", "Hamlet", "Der Widerspenstigen Zähmung" (England, 1564 - 1616).
William Shakespeare · Geburtsdatum · Sterbedatum
William Shakespeare wäre heute 460 Jahre, 0 Monate, 16 Tage oder 168.028 Tage alt.
Geboren am 23.04.1564 in Stratford-upon-Avon
Gestorben am 23.04.1616 in Stratford-upon-Avon
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What I have done is yours; what I have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours.
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What infinite heart's ease Must kings neglect, that private men enjoy! And what have kings that privates have not too, Save ceremony, save general ceremony?
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What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed?
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What is the city but the people?
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What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
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What judgement shall I dread, doing no wrong?
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What man dare, I dare; Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The armed rhinoceros or the Hyrcan tiger, Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble.
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What many men desire! that 'many' may be meant By the fool multitude, that choose by show, Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach; Which pries not to the interior; but, like the martlet, Builds in the weather on the outward wall, Even in the force and road of casualty. I will not choose what many men desire, Because I will not jump with common spirits And rank me with the barbarous multitude.
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What must the king do now? Must he submit? The king shall do it: must he be deposed? The king shall be contented: must he lose The name of king? o' God's name, let it go. I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figured goblets for a dish of wood, My sceptre for a palmer's walking staff, My subjects for a pair of carved saints, And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave; Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet May hourly trample on their sovereign's head; For on my heart they tread now whilst I live; And buried once, why not upon my head?
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What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within, Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears, Still losing when I saw myself to win!
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What revels are in hand? Is there no play, To ease the anguish of a torturing hour?
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What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?
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What says Quinapalus? 'Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.'
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What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time?
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What should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December, how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away? We have seen nothing.
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What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though locked up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
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What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care.
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What would you have? Your gentleness shall force more than your force move us to gentleness.
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What, in thy quips and thy quiddities?
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What, man! defy the devil: consider, he's an enemy to mankind.