Quotes
Quotes - Shakespeare
I am myself indifferent honest.
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go.
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's eye, tongue, sword.
The expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
The observed of all observers!
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.
O, woe is me,
To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise. I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod.
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature.
To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature.
The very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve.
Not to speak it profanely.
I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
First Play. We have reformed that indifferently with us, sir.
Ham. O, reform it altogether.
Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
As e'er my conversation coped withal.
No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
Where thrift may follow fawning.
A man that fortune's buffets and rewards
Hast ta'en with equal thanks.
They are not a pipe for fortune's finger
To sound what stop she please. Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee.--Something too much of this.
And my imaginations are as foul
As Vulcan's stithy.
Here's metal more attractive.
Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I 'll have a suit of sables.
There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.
For, O, for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot.
This is miching mallecho; it means mischief.
