Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, Springes to catch woodcocks. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3. When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence. But to my mind, though I am native here And to the manner born, it is a custom Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Act i. Sc. 4. More honoured in the breach than the observance. Ibid. Angels and ministers of grace, defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damned, 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 speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? I do not set my life at a pin's fee. My fate cries out, Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4. Ibid. And makes each petty artery in this body Unhand me, gentlemen. By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me ! Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. I am thy father's spirit, Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Doomed for a certain term to walk the night, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list! Act i. Sc. 5. And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed O my prophetic soul! Ibid. My uncle! O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there! Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5. But soft! methinks I scent the morning air; Ibid. Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhouselled, disappointed, unaneled, No reckoning made, but sent to my account Ibid. Leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her. Ibid. The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, Ibid. 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. Ibid. Within the book and volume of my brain. Ibid. My tables, meet it is I set it down, O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark. Ibid. Ham. There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Den mark But he's an arrant knave. Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the Come on Art thou there, truepenny? Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5. O day and night, but this is wondrous strange! Ibid. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, 1 Than are dreamt of in your 1 philosophy. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! The time is out of joint: O cursed spite, This is the very ecstasy of love. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 1. Ibid. Brevity is the soul of wit. Act ii. Sc. 2. More matter, with less art. Ibid. That he is mad, 't is true: 't is true 't is pity; And pity 't is 't is true. Ibid. Find out the cause of this effect, Or rather say, the cause of this defect, For this effect defective comes by cause. Ibid. Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. On fortune's cap we are not the very button. Ibid. There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks. Ibid. Ibid. 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 pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! Man delights not me: no, nor woman neither. Ibid. Ibid. I know a hawk from a handsaw. Ibid. O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou! Ibid. One fair daughter, and no more, The which he loved passing well. Come, give us a taste of your quality. Ibid. Ibid. 't was caviare to the general. The play, I remember, pleased not the million; Ibid. They are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time: after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live. Ibid. Use every man after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping? Ibid. |