莎士比亚戏剧中的经典名句(要英文的)

Question

例如to be or not to be 之类的,要经典的,不要太长的.
谢谢,一经采用,可追加15分.

Answer 1

Do not, for one repulse, forgo the purpose that you resolved to effort.
不要只因一次挫败，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.

Beauty lives with kindness.
美寓于善。

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.
美德是勇敢的，善良从来无所畏惧。

Don't gild the lily.
不要给百合花镀金（画蛇添足）。

Answer 2

这个是莎士比亚戏剧《哈姆雷特》中的名句，全句是
To be, or not to be - that is the question
意思是说 生存还是毁灭，这是一个问题。

附相关章节：
Hamlet's endurance has reached the breaking point. His father has been murdered. His mother, who he loves dearly, has married her dead husband's brother. Moreover his sweetheart, Ophelia, has been acting very strangely. He senses that she does not love him any more. Now, he's all alone. The world that he knew is shattered. His black mood of despair is deepened by his inability to act - to do something to change the situation.

Now he ponders whether to continue living - or to take his own life.

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,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the 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.