莎士比亚经典名言
Tobe,ornottobe,thisisaquestion.生存，还灭，这是一个问题.你要典就是这句，试想好多不认识莎士比人都知道的话是不是最经典呢
那帮只会复制粘贴的人给的一点用没有，你要是写东西这句话最有用。
其他的话老师可能还不知道是谁说的呢。
莎士比亚名言，说两个莎士比亚的经典名言，要大部分人都听说过的那种，最好写上出处，比如：“啊，老天呀
不要只因一次失败，就放弃你原来决心想达到的目的 ---莎士比亚 新的火焰可以把旧的火焰扑灭； 大的苦痛可以使小的苦痛减轻。
《罗密欧与朱丽叶》 聪明人变成了痴愚，是一条最容易上钩的游鱼；因为他凭恃才高学广，看不见自己的狂妄。
愚人的蠢事算不得稀奇，聪明人的蠢事才叫人笑痛肚皮；因为他用全副的本领，证明他自己愚笨。
《爱的徒劳》 对自己忠实，才不会对别人欺诈。
习惯简直有一种改变气质的神奇力量，它可以使魔鬼主宰人类的灵魂，也可以把他们从人们的心里驱逐出去。
《哈姆雷特》 我没有路，所以不需要眼睛；当我能够看见的时候，我也会失足颠仆，我们往往因为有所自恃而失之于大意，反不如缺陷却能对我们有益。
《李尔王》 要一个骄傲的人看清他自己的嘴脸，只有用别人的骄傲给他做镜子；倘若向他卑躬屈膝，不过添长了他的气焰，徒然自取其辱。
《特洛伊罗斯与克瑞西达》 外观往往和事物的本身完全不符，世人都容易为表面的装饰所欺骗。
没有比较，就显不出长处；没有欣赏的人，乌鸦的歌声也就和云雀一样。
要是夜莺在白天杂在聒噪里歌唱，人家绝不以为它比鹪鹩唱得更美。
多少事情因为逢到有利的环境，才能达到尽善的境界，博得一声恰当的赞赏。
懦夫在未死以前，就已经死了好多次；勇士一生只死一次，在一切怪事中，人们的贪生怕死就是一件最奇怪的事情。
行为胜于雄辩，愚人的眼睛是比他们的耳朵聪明得多的。
《英雄叛国记》 疑惑足以败事。
一个人往往因为遇事畏缩的原故，失去了成功的机会。
最好的好人，都是犯过错误的过来人；一个人往往因为有一点小小的缺点，更显出他的可爱。
《量罪记》 他赏了你钱，所以他是好人；有了拍马的人，自然就有爱拍马的人。
《黄金梦》 世界是一个舞台，所有的男男女女不过是一些演员，他们都有下场的时候，也都有上场的时候。
一个人的一生中扮演着好几个角色。
《皆大欢喜》 赞美倘从被赞美自己的嘴里发出，是会减去赞美的价值的；从敌人嘴里发出的赞美才是真正的光荣。
《特洛伊罗斯与克瑞西达》 黑暗无论怎样悠长，白昼总会到来。
世界上还没有一个方法，可以从一个人的脸上探察他的居心。
《麦克佩斯》 要是你做了狮子，狐狸会来欺骗你： 要是你做了羔羊，狐狸会来吃了你； 要是你做了狐狸，万一骗子向你告发，狮子会对你起疑心； 要是你做了骗子，你的愚蠢将使你受苦，而且你也不免做豺狼的一顿早餐……
莎士比亚的名言名句都有哪些
生存或毁灭, 这是个必答之问题生存还是毁灭, 这是一个值得考虑的问题有很多不同翻译
莎士比亚说的 关于女生的经典名言
To be or not to be,--that is the question... O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Et tu, Brute? Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow... Out, damned spot!... All the world's a stage... Oh, I am fortune's fool! Then must you speak...Of One that lov'd not wisely Not that I lov'd Caesar less Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow A horse! a horse! What a piece of work is man! Friends, Romans, countrymen... So wise so young, they say do never live long Give me my robe, put on my crown The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars I go, and it is done; the bell invites me But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? We are such stuff... As dreams are made on My words fly up, my thoughts remain below There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio What's in a name? That which we call a rose The quality of mercy is not strain'd Beware the ides of March Now is the winter of our discontent A plague o' both your houses! I am dying, Egypt, dying Frailty, thy name is woman! Why, then the world's mine oyster If music be the food of love, play on Come, let's away to prison; We two alone will sing Journeys end in lovers meeting The lady doth protest too much, methinks O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look Get thee to a nunn'ry All that glisters is not gold To sleep, perchance to dream Nothing can come of nothing The play's the thing This was the noblest Roman of them all Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't I am constant as the northern star How now? A rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead! Was ever woman in this humour woo'd? He hath given his empire By the pricking of my thumbs I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano I follow him to serve my turn upon him Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio O happy dagger! Eye of newt, and toe of frog O, beware, my lord of jealousy Something is rotten in the state of Denmark My only love sprung from my only hate! The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne Cowards die many times before their deaths Is this a dagger which I see before me I have a kind of alacrity in sinking When beggars die there are no comets seen How poor are they that have not patience! That he's mad, 'tis true, 'tis true 'tis pity Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind The man that hath no music in himself Think you I am no stronger than my sex Be not afraid of greatness What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Off with his head! Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee And thus I clothe my naked villany When shall we three meet again This was the unkindest cut of all O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! Blow, blow, thou winter wind I come to wive it wealthily in Padua Asses are made to bear, and so are you He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf All the infections that the sun sucks up Let every eye negotiate for itself Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps O, what men dare do! Done to death by slanderous tongue Thou art a votary to fond desire I have no other but a woman's reason O, how this spring of love resembleth That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man Is whispering nothing? Here's ado to lock up honesty What's gone and what's past help When you do dance, I wish you Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? O true apothecary! This thing of darkness The course of true love never did run smooth We should be woo'd and were not made to woo Lord, what fools these mortals be! Now go we in content We that are true lovers run into Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Why then tonight let us assay our plot
