Hamlets

He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.

death,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns,

What a piece of work is a man! How noble in
Reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving
how express and admirable! In action how like an Angel!
in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the
world! the paragon of animals! and yet to me, what is
this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me; no,
nor Woman neither; though by your smiling you seeme
to say so

If your mind dislike anything obey it

he barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burnt on the water.

As merry as the day is long.

For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.

Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.

Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the
fool no where but in's own house.

Give thy thoughts no tongue.

How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

It puzzles the will.

This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property ordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings.

A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.

More matter with less art.

therein lies the rub

We are oft to blame in this, -
'tis too much proved, - that with devotion's visage,
and pios action we do sugar o'er
the devil himself.

I must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words.

A little more than kin, a little less than kind.

Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special
providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now,
'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be
now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the
readiness is all.