автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  The Winter's Tale

William Shakespeare

What's gone and what's past help
Should be past grief

In leads or oils? What old or newer torture

her mother's statue,
which is in the keeping of Paulina

she lifted the princess from the earth,
and so locks her in embracing, as if she would pin
her to her heart that she might no more be in danger
of losing.

Women will love her, that she is a woman
More worth than any man

That all your acts are queens.

No, like a bank for love to lie and play on;
Not like a corse; or if, not to be buried,
But quick and in mine arms. Come, take your flowers

I should leave grazing, were I of your flock,
And only live by gazing.

this is an art
Which does mend nature, change it rather, but
The art itself is nature.

since my desires
Run not before mine honour, nor my lusts
Burn hotter than my faith