Quotes
Quotes - Shakespeare
Ham. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?
Oph. 'T is brief, my lord.
Ham. As woman's love.
Our wills and fates do so contrary run
That our devices still are overthrown.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
Let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung.
The story is extant, and writ in choice Italian.
Why, let the stricken deer go weep,
The hart ungalled play;
For some must watch, while some must sleep:
So runs the world away.
'T is as easy as lying.
It will discourse most eloquent music.
Pluck out the heart of my mystery.
Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?
Ham. Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?
Pol. By the mass, and 't is like a camel, indeed.
Ham. Methinks it is like a weasel.
Pol. It is backed like a weasel.
Ham. Or like a whale?
Pol. Very like a whale.
They fool me to the top of my bent.
By and by is easily said.
'T is now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven;
It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't,
A brother's murder.
Like a man to double business bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
And both neglect.
'T is not so above;
There is no shuffling, there the action lies
In his true nature.
O limed soul, that, struggling to be free,
Art more engag'd! Help, angels! Make assay!
Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel,
Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!
With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May.
About some act
That has no relish of salvation in 't.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Dead, for a ducat, dead!
And let me wring your heart; for so I shall,
If it be made of penetrable stuff.
Such an act
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty.
