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"When I have plucked the rose,
I cannot give it vital growth again,
It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the tree."
- William Shakespeare, -
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Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing.
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Brevity is the soul of wit.
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Thought is free.
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William Shakespeare (/ˈʃeɪkspɪər/;[1] 26 April 1564 (baptised) – 23 April 1616)[nb 1] was an English poet, playwright and actor, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist.[2] He is often called England's national poet and the "Bard of Avon".[3][nb 2] His extant works, including some collaborations, consist of about 38 plays,[nb 3] 154 sonnets, two long narrative poems, and a few other verses, the authorship of some of which is uncertain. His plays have been translated into every major living language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright.[4]
Shakespeare was born and brought up in Stratford-upon-Avon. At the age of 18, he married Anne Hathaway, with whom he had three children: Susanna, and twins Hamnet and Judith. Between 1585 and 1592, he began a successful career in London as an actor, writer, and part-owner of a playing company called the Lord Chamberlain's Men, later known as the King's Men. He appears to have retired to Stratford around 1613 at age 49, where he died three years later. Few records of Shakespeare's private life survive, and there has been considerable speculation about such matters as his physical appearance, sexuality, religious beliefs, and whether the works attributed to him were written by others.[5]
Shakespeare produced most of his known work between 1589 and 1613.[6][nb 4] His early plays were mainly comedies and histories, genres he raised to the peak of sophistication and artistry by the end of the 16th century. He then wrote mainly tragedies until about 1608, including Hamlet, King Lear, Othello, and Macbeth, considered some of the finest works in the English language. In his last phase, he wrote tragicomedies, also known as romances, and collaborated with other playwrights.
Many of his plays were published in editions of varying quality and accuracy during his lifetime. In 1623, John Heminges and Henry Condell, two friends and fellow actors of Shakespeare, published the First Folio, a collected edition of his dramatic works that included all but two of the plays now recognised as Shakespeare's. It was prefaced with a poem by Ben Jonson, in which Shakespeare is hailed, presciently, as "not of an age, but for all time."[7]
Shakespeare was a respected poet and playwright in his own day, but his reputation did not rise to its present heights until the 19th century. The Romantics, in particular, acclaimed Shakespeare's genius, and the Victorians worshipped Shakespeare with a reverence that George Bernard Shaw called "bardolatry".[8] In the 20th century, his work was repeatedly adopted and rediscovered by new movements in scholarship and performance. His plays remain highly popular today and are constantly studied, performed, and reinterpreted in diverse cultural and political contexts throughout the world.
Àª¸®¾ö ¼ÎÀͽºÇÇ¾î ¸í¾ð ((William Shakespeare saying)
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
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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.
Àΰ£»ç¿£ ±âȸ¶ó´Â °ÍÀÌ ÀÖ´Â ¹ý, ±âȸ¸¦ Àß Å¸¸é ¼º°ø¿¡ µµ´ÞÇÏÁö¸¸, ³õÄ¡¸é Àλý Ç׷δ ¿©¿ï¿¡ ¹ÚÇô ºÒÇàÇϱ⠸¶·ÃÀÌ¿À.
In a false quarrel there is no true valour.
¾ûÅ͸® ½Î¿ò¿¡ ÁøÂ¥ ¿ë±â´Â ÇÊ¿äÄ¡ ¾Ê´Ù.
We are advertis'd by our loving friends.
¿ì¸®´Â »ç¶ûÇϴ ģ±¸µé¿¡ ÀÇÇؼ¸¸ ¾Ë·ÁÁø´Ù.
Frailty, thy name is woman! (Frailty, your name is woman!)
¾àÇÑ ÀÚ¿©, ±×´ë À̸§Àº ¿©ÀڷδÙ!
If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work.
¸¸¾à ¸ÅÀϸÅÀÏÀÌ ÈÞÀÏ°ú °°´Ù¸é ³ë´Â °Íµµ ÀÏÇÏ´Â °Í ¸¸ÅÀ̳ª Áö·çÇÒ °ÍÀÌ´Ù.
Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everyone else.
»ç¶ûÀ̶õ ÇÑ »ç¶÷°ú ´Ù¸¥ ¸ðµç »ç¶÷µé »çÀÌ¿¡ ÀÖ´Â Â÷À̸¦ ½É°¢ÇÏ°Ô °úÀåÇÑ °ÍÀÌ´Ù.
How poor are they who have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees.
Àγ»ÇÏÁö ¸øÇÏ´Â ÀÚ´Â ¾ó¸¶³ª ºÒÇàÇÑ°¡? õõÈ÷ ¾Æ¹°Áö ¾Ê´Â »óó°¡ ¾îµð ÀÖ´Ü ¸»Àΰ¡?
I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
³»°¡ Ä£ÀýÇÏÀÚ¸é ÀÜÀÎÇØÁ®¾ß ÇØ¿ä. ±×·¡¼ ³ª»Û ÁþÀÌ ½ÃÀÛµÇ°í ´õ ³ª»Û ÀÏÀº µÚ¿¡ ³²½À´Ï´Ù.
Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win By fearing to attempt.
ÀǽÉÀº ¹è¹ÝÀÚÀÌ´Ù, ÀǽÉÇÏ¸é ½ÃµµÇÏ´Â °ÍÀÌ µÎ·Á¿öÁ® ¾òÀ» ¼ö ÀÖ´Â ÁÁÀº °ÍÀ» ¾òÁö ¸øÇÏ°Ô ¸¸µç´Ù.
Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till by broad spreading it disperses to naught.
¿µ±¤À̶õ ¼ö¸é¿¡ ÆÛÁö´Â ÆĹ®°ú °°Àº °Í, Á¡Á¡ ³Ð°Ô ÆÛÁ® »ç¶óÁú ¶§±îÁö °è¼Ó Ä¿ÁöÁö.
How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.
Àú·¸°Ô ÀÛÀº ÃкÒÀÌ ¾î¼¸é ÀÌ·¸°Ô ¸Ö¸®±îÁö ºñÃÄ ¿Ã±î! Çè¾ÇÇÑ ¼¼»ó¿¡¼± ÂøÇÑ Çൿµµ ²À Àú·¸°Ô ºû³¯ °Å¾ß.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
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Be not afraid of greatness: some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them.
À§´ëÇÔÀ» µÎ·Á¿ö ¸»¶ó. ¾î¶² »ç¶÷Àº À§´ëÇÏ°Ô Å¾°í, ¾î¶² »ç¶÷Àº À§´ëÇÔÀ» ¼ºÃëÇϸç, ±×¸®°í ¾î¶² »ç¶÷µéÀº ±×µé¿¡°Ô À§´ëÇÔÀ» ¶°¸Ã±ä´Ù.
When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind opresses, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help doth lend redress.
°íÅ뽺·¯¿î ½½ÇÄÀ¸·Î °¡½¿¿¡ »óó¸¦ ÀÔ°í ½½ÇÄ¿¡ ¸¶À½ÀÌ È¥¶õ½º·¯¿ï ¶§, À½¾ÇÀº Àººû ÈÀ½À¸·Î ºü¸£°Ô Ä¡À¯ÀÇ ¼Õ±æÀ» ³»¹Î´Ù.
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
ÀλýÀº °°Àº ¾ê±â¸¦ ¶Ç µè´Â °Í°ú °°ÀÌ ³ª¸¥ÇÑ »ç¶÷ÀÇ È帴ÇÑ ±Í¸¦ °Å½½¸®°Ô ÇÑ´Ù.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility.
ÆòÈ·Î¿ï ¶§¿¡´Â Á¶½É½º·¯¿ò°ú °â¼ÕÇÔ¸¸Å ³²ÀÚ´ä°Ô ¸¸µå´Â °ÍÀÌ ¾ø´Ù.
The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war.
õ±¹ÀÇ Æòȶõ ÁøÁ¤ Á¤ÀÇ·Ó°í ÀÚºñ·Î¿î ÀüÀï¿¡¼ Ä®À» µå´Â ÀÚµéÀÇ °ÍÀÌ´Ù.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
È£·¹À̼î, õÁö°£¿¡´Â ÀÚ³×ÀÇ Ã¶ÇÐÀ¸·Î »ó»óÇÏ´Â °Íº¸´Ù ¸¹Àº °ÍµéÀÌ ÀÖ´Ù³×.
I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I.
Àú´Â Àúº¸´Ù Á¤Á÷ÇÏÁö ¾ÊÀº ±× ¾î¶² ³ëÀκ¸´Ùµµ Á¤Á÷ÇÏ´Ù´Â °ÍÀ» ½Å²² °¨»çµå¸³´Ï´Ù.
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
¾î¸®¼®Àº »ç¶÷Àº ÀڱⰡ Çö¸íÇÏ´Ù°í »ý°¢ÇÏÁö¸¸ Çö¸íÇÑ »ç¶÷Àº ÀڱⰡ ¾î¸®¼®´Ù´Â °ÍÀ» ¾È´Ù.
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.
³»°¡ Ã¥À» ÁÁ¾ÆÇÑ´Ù´Â °ÍÀ» ¾Ë°í ±×´Â ³»°¡ ³» °øÀÛÀÇ ÀÛÀ§º¸´Ù ´õ ¼ÒÁßÈ÷ ¿©±æ Ã¥µé·Î ³» ¼À縦 ä¿ö ÁÖ¾ú´Ù.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.
À̸§À̶õ °Ô ¹«½¼ ¼Ò¿ëÀΰ¡? Àå¹Ì²ÉÀº ´Ù¸¥ À̸§À¸·Î ºÒ¸®¿öÁ®µµ ¶È°°ÀÌ Çâ±â·Î¿ï °Ô ¾Æ´Ñ°¡?
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
ÀÌ »ç¶ûÀÇ ²ÉºÀ¿À¸®´Â ¿©¸§³¯ ¹Ù¶÷¿¡ ¸¶³É ºÎÇ®¾ú´Ù°¡, ´ÙÀ½ ¸¸³¯ ¶§¿£ ¿¹»Ú°Ô ²ÉÇÊ °Å¿¹¿ä.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.
°ÌÀïÀÌ´Â Á×±â Àü¿¡ ¿©·¯ ¹ø Á×Áö¸¸, ¿ë»ç´Â ÇÑ ¹ø¹Û¿¡ Á×Áö ¾Ê¼Ò.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child!
°í¸¶¿öÇÒ ÁÙ ¸ð¸£´Â ¾ÆÀ̸¦ °®´Â´Ù´Â °ÍÀº ¹ìÀÇ ÀÌ»¡º¸´Ù ¾ó¸¶³ª ´õ ³¯Ä«·Î¿îÁö!
The better part of valor is discretion, in which the better part I have saved my life.
½ÅÁßÇÔÀº ¿ë±âÀÇ ÀϺÎÀÌ´Ï, ³ª´Â ¿ë±â¸¦ ¹ßÈÖÇؼ »ý¸íÀ» ±¸ÇÑ °ÍÀÌ´Ù.
Life is a tale told by an idiot -- full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
ÀλýÀº ¹éÄ¡°¡ Áö²¬ÀÌ´Â À̾߱â¿Í °°´Ù. ½Ã²ô·´°í Á¤½Å¾øÀ¸³ª ¾Æ¹« ¶æµµ ¾ø´Ù.
But love is blind and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit; For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy.
±×·¯³ª »ç¶ûÀº ´« ¸Õ °ÍÀÌ¶ó ¿¬ÀεéÀº ÀڽŵéÀÌ ÀúÁö¸£´Â ¾î¸®¼®Àº ÁþÀ» ¾ËÁö ¸øÇØ¿ä. ¸¸¾à ¾Ë ¼ö ÀÖ´Ù¸é, Å¥Çǵ嵵 ³ª¸¦ º¸°í ¾ó±¼À» ºÓÈ÷¸ç Æò¹üÇÑ ¼Ò³âÀ¸·Î º¯Çعö¸± °Å¿¹¿ä.
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.
ħ¹¬À̾߸»·Î ±â»ÝÀ» ÀüÇÏ´Â ÃÖ°íÀÇ Àü·ÉÀÌÁö¿ä. ¸»·Î ÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ´Â Á¤µµÀÇ ±â»ÝÀ̶ó¸é ´ë¼ö·ÓÁö ¾ÊÀº °ÍÀÌÁö¿ä.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds. Áø½ÇÇÑ »ç¶÷µéÀÇ °áÈ¥¿¡ ÀåÇظ¦ ¿ë³³ÇÏÁö ¾ÊÀ¸¸®¶ó. º¯È°¡ »ý±æ ¶§ º¯ÇÏ´Â »ç¶ûÀº »ç¶ûÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï·Î´Ù.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
Á˸¦ Áþ°í ÀߵǴ »ç¶÷µµ ÀÖ°í, ´öÀ» º£Ç®°í ¸ÁÇÏ´Â »ç¶÷µµ ÀÖ´Ù.
We know what we are, but not what we may be.
¿ì¸®´Â ¿À´ÃÀº ÀÌ·¯°í ÀÖÁö¸¸, ³»ÀÏÀº ¾î¶»°Ô µÉÁö ´©°¡ ¾Ë¾Æ¿ä?
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
³ª´Â ¶§¸¦ ³õÃÆ°í, ±×·¡¼ Áö±ÝÀº ½Ã°£ÀÌ ³ª¸¦ ³¶ºñÇÏ°í ÀÖ´Â °ÅÁö.
Truth is truth To the end of reckoning.
½ÉÆÇÀÌ ³¡³ªµµ Áø½ÇÀº Áø½ÇÀÔ´Ï´Ù. (Áø½ÇÀº ¿µ¿øÈ÷ º¯ÇÏÁö ¾Ê½À´Ï´Ù.)
I understand a fury in your words, But not the words.
´ç½Å ¸» ¼ÓÀÇ ºÐ³ë´Â ÀÌÇØÇÏÁö¸¸ ¹«½¼ ¸»ÀÎÁö´Â ¸ð¸£°Ú¾î¿ä.
What's gone and what's past help Should be past grief.
Áö³ ÀÏÀº ¾î¿ ¼ö ¾ø´Â ¹Ù ½½ÆÛÇѵé ÀÌ¹Ì ¾þÁú·¯Áø ¹°ÀÌ´Ù.
Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none.
¸ðµÎ¸¦ »ç¶ûÇϵÇ, ¸î »ç¶÷¸¸ ¹ÏÀ¸¶ó. ´©±¸¿¡°Ôµµ À߸øÀ» ÀúÁö¸£Áö ¸»¶ó.
Have more than thou showest, speak less than thou knowest.
º¸ÀÌ´Â °Íº¸´Ù ¸¹ÀÌ °¡Áö°í, ¾Æ´Â °Íº¸´Ù Àû°Ô ¸»Ç϶ó.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes, Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
»ç¶ûÀ̶õ ÇѼûÀ¸·Î ÀÏÀ¸ÄÑÁö´Â ¿¬±â, °³¸é ¾ÖÀÎ ´« ¼Ó¿¡¼ ¹ø½ÀÌ´Â ºÒ²ÉÀÌ¿ä, È帮¸é ¾ÖÀÎ ´«¹°·Î ¹Ù´Ù°¡ µÇ³×. ±×°Ô »ç¶û ¾Æ´Ñ°¡? °¡Àå ºÐº° ÀÖ´Â ¹ÌÄ¡±¤ÀÌ¿ä, ¶ÇÇÑ ¸ñÀ» Á¹¶ó¸Å´Â ¾²µð¾´ ¾àÀΰ¡ Çϸé, »ý¸í¿¡ È°·ÂÀ» ÁÖ´Â °¨·ÎÀ̱⵵ Çϳ×.
If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour!
À½¾ÇÀÌ »ç¶ûÀ» »ìÂî¿ì´Â ¾ç½ÄÀ̶ó¸é °è¼ÓÇشٿÀ. Áú¸®µµ·Ï µé¾î ½ÈÁõÀÌ ³ª¹ö¸®¸é »ç¶ûÀÇ ½Ä¿åµµ ¶ÇÇÑ »ç¶óÁö°í ¸» °ÍÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï³Ä. ´Ù½Ã ÇÑ ¹ø µé·Á´Ù¿À. ¾Æ½º¶óÀÌ »ç¶óÁö´Â ¼±À², ±Ó°¡¿¡ °¨¹Ì·Ó°Ô µé¸°´Ù. Èí»ç Á¦ºñ²É ÇÇ´Â ¾ð´ö À§ÀÇ ¹ÌdzÀÌ ¸ô·¡ ²ÉÇâ±â¸¦ ÈÉÃÄ ½Æ°í ¿À´Â °Í °°´Ù.
The rest is silence.
³²Àº °ÍÀº ħ¹¬ »ÓÀ̷δÙ.
Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing.
¾òÀº °ÍÀº ÀÌ¹Ì ³¡³ °ÍÀÌ´Ù. ±â»ÝÀÇ º»ÁúÀº ±× °úÁ¤¿¡ ÀÖÀ¸¹Ç·Î.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
¹«¸© °£°áÀº ÁöÇýÀÇ º»ÁúÀÌ¿ä.
Thought is free.
»ý°¢Àº ÀÚÀ¯´Ù.
Pray you now, forget and forgive.
ÀÌÁ¦ ±âµµÇØ ÀØ°í ¿ë¼Ç϶ó.
You, too, Brutus!
ºê·çÅõ½º, ³Ê¸¶Àú (³ª¸¦ Á×ÀÌ·Á°í µé´Ù´Ï).
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
Á¤Á÷¸¸Å dz¿ä·Î¿î À¯»êÀº ¾ø´Ù.
Men of few words are the best men.
¸» ÀûÀº ÀÌ°¡ Á¦ÀÏ ÁÁÀº »ç¶÷ÀÌ´Ù.
He that dies pays all debts.
Á×À¸¸é ¸¸»ç û»êÀÌ´Ù.(Á×À¸¸é ¸ðµç ºúÀÌ ÀúÀý·Î û»êµÈ´Ù.)
He hath (has) eaten me out of house and home.
Àú ÀÚ´Â ³»°Ô¼ Áý°ú °¡Á¤À» ¾Ñ¾Æ°¬´Ù.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.
»ç¶ûÀº ´«À¸·Î º¸Áö ¾Ê°í ¸¶À½À¸·Î º¸´Â °ÅÁö.
Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.
µÎ ºÐÀº »óó Çϳª ÀÔÁö ¾Ê°í, ´ë¿ë»ç°¡ µÈ ¼ÀÀÌ¿À.
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
±×ÀÇ ¹ÏÀ½Àº ±×°¡ ¾²´Â ¸ðÀÚÀÇ À¯Çàó·³ º¯ÇÑ´Ù.
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
Àß ÀְŶó! ¿ì¸®°¡ ¾ðÁ¦ ´Ù½Ã ¸¸³¯Áö´Â ¾Æ¹«µµ ¸ð¸¥´Ù.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
¿ø·¡ ÁÁ°í ³ª»Û °ÍÀº ´Ù »ý°¢Çϱ⠳ª¸§ÀÌ´Ù.
For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.
±×°ÍµéÀº ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ±Í¸¦ °£Áö¸£´Â °³»ì±¸°°Àº ³íÀïÀ̱⠶§¹®ÀÌ´Ù.
Our bodies are our gardens to which our wills are gardeners.
¿ì¸®ÀÇ ¸öÀº Á¤¿øÀÌ¿ä, ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ÀÇÁö´Â Á¤¿ø»ç´Ù.
Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.
´©±¸¿¡°Ô³ª °áÁ¡Àº Àֱ⠸¶·ÃÀÌÁö. ±×ºÐÀÇ °æ¿ì´Â ¼ÖÁ÷ÇÏ´Ù´Â °Ô °áÁ¡À̾ß.
Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.
³»°¡ º»·¡ Á¤Á÷ÇÑ °Ç ¾Æ´ÏÁö¸¸ °¡²û ¿ì¿¬È÷ Á¤Á÷ÇÒ ¶§µµ ÀÖ´Ù.
Every man has business and desire, Such as it is.
»ç¶÷Àº ´©±¸³ª ÁÖ¾îÁø ÀÏ°ú ¿øÇÏ´Â °ÍÀÌ ÀÖ´Ù, ºñ·Ï º¸Àß °Í ¾øÀ» Áö¶óµµ
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
±×µéÀº À§´ëÇÑ ¾ð¾îÀÇ Ç⿬¿¡ ÃÊ´ë ¹Þ¾Æ Â±â¸¸ ÈÉÃÄ¿Ô´Ù.
The worst is not So long as we can say, "This is the worst."
Áö±ÝÀÌ Á¦ÀÏ ºñÂüÇÏ´Ù°í ÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ´Â µ¿¾ÈÀº ¾ÆÁ÷ Á¦ÀÏ ºñÂüÇÑ °Ô ¾Æ´Ï´Ù.
O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day!
¾Æ, ÀÌ »ç¶ûÀÇ º½Àº »ç¿ù ¾î´À ³¯ÀÇ º¯´ö½º·± ¿µ±¤À» ´à¾Ò±¸³ª!
The better part of valour is discretion.
¿ë±âÀÇ ÇÙ½É ºÎºÐÀº ½ÅÁßÇÔÀÌ´Ù.
Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
±×·¯³ª ³ª´Â ´ç½ÅÀÇ ¼ºÇ°ÀÌ °ÆÁ¤µË´Ï´Ù. ´ç½ÅÀº ÀÎÁ¤ÀÌ ³Ê¹« ¸¹¾Æ¿ä.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind. Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.
ºÒ¾î¶ó ºÒ¾î¶ó °Ü¿ï¹Ù¶÷¾Æ. ³Ê´Â ¹èÀº¸Á´öÇÑ »ç¶÷¸¸ÅÀ̳ª ¹«Á¤Çϱ¸³ª.
How use doth breed a habit in a man!
Àΰ£À̶õ ½À°üµéÀ̱⠳ª¸§Àΰ¡º¸´Ù!
We have some salt of our youth in us.
¿ì¸® ¾È¿¡´Â È°±â¿Í °·ÂÇÑ ¿åÁ¤ÀÌ ÀÚ¸®Àâ°í ÀÖ´Ù.
Love is merely madness.
»ç¶ûÀº ±×Àú ¹ÌÄ£ ÁþÀÌ¿¹¿ä.
What a deformed thief this fashion is.
ÀÌ ÆмÇÀº µÚƲ¾îÁø µµµÏÀ̷α¸³ª.
Strong reasons make strong actions.
°·ÂÇÑ ÀÌÀ¯´Â °·ÂÇÑ ÇൿÀ» ³º´Â´Ù.
To be or not to be. That is the question.
Á×´À³Ä, »ç´Â³Ä. ÀÌ°ÍÀÌ ¹®Á¦·Î´Ù.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
ÀÚ±â ÀÚ½ÄÀ» ¾Ë¸é Çö¸íÇÑ ¾Æ¹öÁöÀÌ´Ù.
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities.
Ä£±¸¶ó¸é Ä£±¸ÀÇ °áÁ¡À» Âü°í °ßµ®¾ß ÇÑ´Ù.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
ÁË ÁöÀº ÀÌ´Â Ç×»ó ÀǽÉÀ» ¹ö¸®Áö ¸øÇÑ´Ù.
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40 Favorite William Shakespeare Quotes
William Shakespeare was a well known English Poet and Play Writer. Famous for plays such as, Antony and Cleopatra, Coriolanus, Hamlet, Julius Caesar, Macbeth, Othello, Romeo and Juliet and many many more¡¦
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
William Shakespeare
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
William Shakespeare
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
William Shakespeare
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
William Shakespeare
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.
William Shakespeare
If music be the food of love, play on.
William Shakespeare
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
William Shakespeare
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
William Shakespeare
Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
William Shakespeare
To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
William Shakespeare
When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.
William Shakespeare
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
William Shakespeare
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
William Shakespeare
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
William Shakespeare
The course of true love never did run smooth.
William Shakespeare
Listen to many, speak to a few.
William Shakespeare
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
William Shakespeare
Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
William Shakespeare
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
William Shakespeare
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
William Shakespeare
The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.
William Shakespeare
There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.
William Shakespeare
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
William Shakespeare
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
William Shakespeare
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
William Shakespeare
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we often might win by fearing to attempt.
William Shakespeare
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
William Shakespeare
An overflow of good converts to bad.
William Shakespeare
Women may fall when there¡¯s no strength in men.
William Shakespeare
The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
William Shakespeare
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
William Shakespeare
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
William Shakespeare
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
William Shakespeare
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
William Shakespeare
What¡¯s done can¡¯t be undone.
William Shakespeare
Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.
William Shakespeare
The golden age is before us, not behind us.
William Shakespeare
They do not love that do not show their love.
William Shakespeare
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