The following 99 quotes match your criteria:
| Author: William Shakespeare |
For this relief much thanks: ’t is bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
But in the gross and scope of my opinion,
This bodes some strange eruption to our state. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Whose sore task
Does not divide the Sunday from the week. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
This sweaty haste
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
And then it started like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
The extravagant and erring spirit hies
To his confine. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Some say that ever ’gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour’s birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And then, they say, no spirit dares stir |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
So have I heard, and do in part believe it.
But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o’er the dew of yon high eastward hill. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
All that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not “seems.”
’T is not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
But I have that within which passeth show;
These but the trappings and the suits of woe. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
’T is a fault to Heaven,
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
To reason most absurd. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix’d
His canon ’gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother,
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
My father’s brother, but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
Or ever I had seen that day. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
| While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Ham. His beard was grizzled,—no?
Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life,
A sable silver’d. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
| Upon the platform, ’twixt eleven and twelve. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Foul deeds will rise,
Though all the earth o’erwhelm them, to men’s eyes. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
The perfume and suppliance of a minute. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 3.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
If she unmask her beauty to the moon:
Virtue itself ’scapes not calumnious strokes:
The canker galls the infants of the spring
Too oft before their buttons be disclosed,
And in the morn and liquid |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 3.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
Whiles, like a puff’d and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
And recks not his own rede. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 3.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 3.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in,
Bear ’t that the opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
Bu |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 3.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to a |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 3.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
Lends the tongue vows. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 3.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
| Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 3.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Ham. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
Hor. It is a nipping and an eager air. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 4.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
But to my mind, though I am native here
And to the manner born, it is a custom
More honoured in the breach than the observance. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 4.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn’d,
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou comest in such a questionable shape
That I will spea |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 4.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
My fate cries out,
And makes each petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Nemean lion’s nerve. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 4.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Unhand me, gentlemen.
By heaven, I ’ll make a ghost of him that lets me! |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 4.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
| Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 4.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
I am thy father’s spirit,
Doom’d for a certain term to walk the night,
And for the day confin’d to fast in fires, |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
That roots itself |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;
Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,
My custom always of the afternoon. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhousell’d, disappointed, unaneled,
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Leave her to heaven
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
And ’gins to pale his uneffectual fire. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
While memory holds a seat
In this distracted globe. Remember thee!
Yea, from the table of my memory
I ’ll wipe away all trivial fond records. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
My tables,—meet it is I set it down,
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain:
At least I ’m sure it may be so in Denmark. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Ham. There ’s ne’er a villain dwelling in all Denmark
But he ’s an arrant knave.
Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
To tell us this. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Every man has business and desire,
Such as it is. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Art thou there, truepenny?
Come on—you hear this fellow in the cellarage. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
| O day and night, but this is wondrous strange! |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,
That ever I was born to set it right! |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind,
A savageness in unreclaimed blood. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
That he is mad, ’t is true: ’t is true ’t is pity;
And pity ’t is ’t is true. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Find out the cause of this effect,
Or rather say, the cause of this defect,
For this effect defective comes by cause. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
| To be honest as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Pol. What do you read, my lord?
Ham. Words, words, words. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
| Though this be madness, yet there is method in ’t. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
| On fortune’s cap we are not the very button. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
| There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
| Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
| This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pesti |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
| Man delights not me: no, nor woman neither. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
| There is something in this more than natural, if philosophy could find it out. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
| O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou! |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
One fair daughter and no more,
The which he loved passing well. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
| The play, I remember, pleased not the million; ’t was caviare to the general. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
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