求莎士比亚的经典台词，英文版的，越多越好

希望对你有帮助：To be or not to be.That is a question.
　　生存还是毁灭，这是一个值得考虑的问题。
　　Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.-Shakespeare
　　宁为聪明的愚夫，不作愚蠢的才子。
　　A light heart lives long .
　　豁达者长寿。
　　Do not , for one repulse , give up the purpose that you resolved to effect .
　　不要只因一次失败，就放弃你原来决心想达到的目的。
　　In delay there lies no plenty , Then come kiss me , sweet and twenty , Youth’s a stuff that will not endure .
　　迁延蹉跎，来日无多，二十丽姝，请来吻我，衰草枯杨，青春易过。
　　The time of life is short ; to spend that shortness basely, it would be too long .
　　人生苦短，若虚度年华，则短暂的人生就太长了。
　　Don’t gild the lily.
　　不要给百合花镀金/画蛇添足。
　　The empty vessels make the greatest sound .
　　满瓶不响，半瓶咣当。
　　The course of true love never did run smooth.
　　真诚的爱情之路永不会是平坦的。
　　Love, and the same charcoal, burning, need to find ways to ask cooling. Allow an arbitrary, it is necessary to heart charred。
　　爱，和炭相同，烧起来，得想办法叫它冷却。让它任意着，那就要把一颗心烧焦。
　　Laughter is the root of all evil.
　　笑是一切罪恶的根源。
　　Words can not express true love, loyalty behavior is the best explanation。
　　真正的爱情是不能用言语表达的，行为才是忠心的最好说明。
　　Love is a woman with the ears, and if the men will love, but love is to use your eyes。
　　女人是用耳朵恋爱的,而男人如果会产生爱情的话,却是用眼睛来恋爱。
　　I bogged down in a sea of blood back legs, unable to stop, go back, as far as like, people feel that there is no retreat. the future is a marshy area, people got in deeper and deeper。
　　我两腿早陷在血海里，欲罢不能,想回头，就像走到尽头般，叫人心寒,退路是没有了，前途是一片沼泽地，让人越陷越深。
　　There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so
　　世间本无善恶，端看个人想法
　　When the heart of honor get hurt of time, the comity is to cure its good medicine
　　当荣誉心受伤的时候,友谊是治愈它的良药

Hamlet:To be, or not to be- that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die- to sleep-
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die- to sleep.
To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death-
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns- puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.

To be, or not to be- that is the question邵常常用来忽悠我的。。