Quotes
Quotes - Shakespeare
But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;
Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,
My custom always of the afternoon.
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.
Leave her to heaven
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.
The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.
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.
Within the book and volume of my brain.
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.
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.
Every man has business and desire,
Such as it is.
Art thou there, truepenny?
Come on--you hear this fellow in the cellarage.
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!
The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!
The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind,
A savageness in unreclaimed blood.
This is the very ecstasy of love.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
More matter, with less art.
That he is mad, 't is true: 't is true 't is pity;
And pity 't is 't is true.
Find out the cause of this effect,
Or rather say, the cause of this defect,
For this effect defective comes by cause.
Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
To be honest as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
Still harping on my daughter.
Pol. What do you read, my lord?
Ham. Words, words, words.
They have a plentiful lack of wit.
