熄灭了吧，熄灭了吧，短促的烛光！人生不过是一个行走的影子，一个在舞台上指手划脚的拙劣的伶人，登场片刻，就在无声无臭中悄然退下；它是一个愚人所讲的故事，充满着喧哗和骚动，却找不到一点意义。

要是你们能够洞察时间所播的种子，知道哪一颗会长成，哪一颗不会长成，那么请对我说吧；我既不乞讨你们的恩遇，也不惧怕你们的憎恨。

要是命运将会使我成为君王，那么也许命运会替我加上王冠，用不着我自己费力。

我从来没有见过这样阴郁而又光明的日子。

世上还没有一种方法，可以从一个人的脸上探察他的居心；他是我所曾经绝对信任的一个人。

Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing, 

If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear Your favours nor your hate.

If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, without my stir.

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face; He was a gentleman on whom I built An absolute trust.

黑夜无论怎样悠长，白昼总会到来。