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- 爱情没有先来后到 只有不被爱的人才是第三者 莎士比亚
- 谁能给我点儿莎士比亚的名句
- 莎士比亚 女人是被爱的 不是被了解的 原文
- 莎士比亚四大悲剧语录
- 爱情里到底有没有先来后到
- 情感从没有先来后到，不被爱的那个人才是第三者，这种观点是不是毁三观
- “爱情没有先来后到，只有不被爱的才是第三者“出自哪个人的哪部作品
爱情没有先来后到 只有不被爱的人才是第三者 莎士比亚
Love did not first come, first served not only loved the talent is a third party
谁能给我点儿莎士比亚的名句
1，有钱的坏人需要没钱的坏人的帮助的时候，没钱的坏人当然可以漫天讨价。
2，人们对于自己并不感觉到得痛苦，是会用空洞的说话来劝告慰藉的，可是他们要是自己尝到了这种痛苦的滋味，也会情令智昏。
3，
爱情没有先来后到.只有不被爱的那个才是第三者。
4，
Frailth,
thy
name
is
woman.(Hamlet)
你是弱者,你的名字是女人
！（莎士比亚《哈姆雷特》）
5，人心才是埋伏在黑夜中最可怕的对手.
6，To
be
or
not
to
be,--that
is
a
question.(Hamlet)
生存还是毁灭，这是一个值得考虑的问题。
7，My
only
love
sprung
from
my
only
hate.(Romeo
and
Juliet)
我的恨灰中燃起了爱火融融。
莎士比亚 女人是被爱的 不是被了解的 原文
呵呵好难
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 tha
