Book: Troilus and Cressida

... sometimes against our will
We demons for themselves
Are and curb not
Nor his weakness, nor the inclinations of their.

Paris:
Tell me, noble Diomed,
Truthfully, honestly, as told to a friend;
Who is more worthy of Elena
I or Menelaus?
Diomedes:
Worthy of both.
He that is seeking again to get it back
Disregarding her treason,
You're what keep her striving
Not noticing that she's dishonest,
The price of the suffering and costs untold,
The cost of losing the valiant friends.
He's happy, Horny, drink all the dregs,
Which will remain in the vessel;
You sladostrastnye, at the indecent bed
Ready to beget heirs of his!
You, with your whore together
Stand each other, to be honest!

We know that the abandoned fortune
And people leave. About your
We fall in the eyes of friends read
Rather than feel it.
All people - moths and only in the summer
Easy flit. Do not know how to honor
We're just humans:
We honor only his honor,
His wealth, fame, position,
Not thinking about how it's all coincidence!
A little slip - and love human
Loses his balance instantly
Dying and falling off.

About the weaker sex! All of our misconceptions
Depend on the imagination.
Our mind is the eyes of the subject, because
No one believes the female mind.

But maybe
With you now, Prince, I cheated,
To find out all your thoughts,
To know - are you sensible or foolish:
For to be wise and love exceeds man's might;
After all, even the gods love recklessly!

How low a thief, which he is afraid
Stolen own! We are timid,
Stolen we are not worthy themselves
And after committing the offence, we tremble,
That expensive that we will pay.

All that is best in all people,
Filtered in flasks of nature,
Is a hero, but
When it fail,
The enemy is rejoicing, as if all the people
It suffers the defeat.

But the pathetic warrior is the one in whose heart there is no love.

All of them funny - and valor, and talent.
And appearance of the illustrious chiefs,
Orders, their speech, calls to battle,
And our defeat, and victory,
The successes and losses: all of them
Just an excuse for a ridiculous mockery.

I'll say this: the vicissitudes of fate
Test of our capabilities. In a calm sea
And miserable, miserable court
Dare fearlessly to slide
Side by side with the ship.
But, it is only a rough Borey
Beautiful her in marriage to anger,
The ship cuts up a water mountain
The mighty keel, arguing with the elements,
Like the horse of Perseus, and the crowd of boats,
Recently competing with him
Committed to the Bay to not get it
Neptune. And with the valor of others:
Only in the storms of life is known valor.

But the gods are deaf to the vows irritated;
Passionate lunch trays to them
Than sacrifice with liver diseased and stained.

We are the weaker sex! We are all sinners in one:
The vagaries of the eyes direct the mind.
Wrong pilot - and the wrong way.
Eyes and heart can deceive.

Tempted wargem we ourselves
Often, relying on the strength
Its so choppy sometimes.

One trait common people of all countries:
Always dearer to them new outfits
Although used they were made of junk!
Gilded ashes for them more
Than dusty gold piece.
Eyes appreciate what he sees now...