Уильям Шекспир

Ham. I could interpret between you and your love, if I could see     the puppets dallying.   Oph. You are keen, my lord, you are keen.   Ham. It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.   Oph. Still better, and worse.

She loved me for the dangers I had passd,     And I loved her that she did pity them.

And tender churl mak’st waste in niggarding: Pity the world, or else this glutton be, To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee.

И гибель ждет его, как всех, кто слишком верит в свой успех.

Чем лучше цель,тем целимся мы метче.