أقوال شكسبير عن الامل بالانجليزي

 أقوال شكسبير عن الامل بالانجليزي

 

 

  

   For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.

    I thank you for your wish, and am well pleas'd
    To wish it back on you.

 

 

    Let me speak proudly: tell the Constable
    We are but warriors for the working-day;
    Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirch'd
    With rainy marching in the painful field;
    There's not a piece of feather in our host-
    Good argument, I hope, we will not fly-
    And time hath worn us into slovenry.

 
 
 

    To feed my humour, wish thyself no harm.

    I lov'd your father, and we love ourself,
    And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine

    I pray thee, wish not one man more.

    The miserable hath no other medicine but only hope.

 
 

    True hope is swift and flies with swallow's wings;
    Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
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    And now what rests but that we spend the time; With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows, Such as befits the pleasure of the court; Sound drums and trumpets farewell sour annoy; For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.
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