This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.
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.
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Refrain to-night; And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence, the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature, And either master the devil or throw him out With wondrous potency.
Seems," madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems." 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage, Toge...
When Rosencrantz asks Hamlet, "Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? You do surely bar the door upon your own liberty, if you deny your grief to your friends"(III, ii, 844-846), Hamlet responds, "Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you m...
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Ay,sir;to be honest,as this world goes,is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
What a piece of work is man!
- Where is Polonius? - In heaven; send hither to see: if your messenger find him not there, seek him i' the other place yourself.
A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.
Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house.
Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.
But virtue, as it never will be moved, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven, So lust, though to a radiant angel linked, Will sate itself in a celestial bed And prey on garbage.
Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
