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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.

Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. And my imaginations are as foul As Vulcan's stithy.

Ibid. Here's metal more attractive.

Ibid. Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables.

Ibid. There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.

Ibid. For, Oh, for, Oh, the hobby-horse is forgot.

Ibid. This is miching mallecho; it means mischief. Ibid,

Ham. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?
Oph. T is brief, my lord.
Ham. As woman's love.

Ibid.
Our wills and fates do so contrary run
That our devices still are overthrown.

Ibid. The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

Ibid. Let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung.

Ibid. The story is extant, and writ in choice Italian. Ibid.

Why, let the stricken deer go weep,

The hart ungalled play;
For some must watch, while some must sleep:
So runs the world away.

Ibid. "T is as easy as lying.

Ibid. It will discourse most eloquent music.

Ibid.

1 “ Protests” in Dyce, Singer, and Staunton.

Pluck out the heart of my mystery. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ?

Ibid. 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.

Ibid. They fool me to the top of my bent.

Ibid By and by is easily said.

Ibid. 'Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.

Ibid. I will speak daggers to her, but use none.

Ibid. Oh, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon it, A brother's murder.

Sc. 3.

Ibid.

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.

Ibid.

() 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!

Ibid. With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May. Ibid.

About some act That has no relish of salvation in 't.

Ibid.

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 3. Dead, for a ducat, dead!

Sc. 4. And let me wring your heart; for so I shall, If it be made of penetrable stuff.

Ibid. Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty.

Ibid. False as dicers' oaths.

Ibid. A rhapsody of words.

Ibid.

What act That roars so loud, and thunders in the index ? Ibid. Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow: Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill, – A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man.

Ibid. At your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble. Ibid. O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will.

Ibid. A cutpurse of the empire and the rule, That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, And put it in his pocket!

Ibid.

A king of shreds and patches.

Hamlet. Act iii, Sc. 4. Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.

Ibid. How is 't with you, That you do bend your eye on vacancy ?

Ibid. This is the very coinage of your brain: This bodiless creation ecstasy Is very cunning in.

Ibid. Bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word; which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul.

Ibid. Confess yourself to heaven; Repent what's past; avoid what is to come.

Ibid. Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this.

Ibid. 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.

Ibid. I must be cruel, only to be kind : Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

Ibid. For 't is the sport to have the enginer Hoist with his own petar.

Ibid. Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliance are relieved, Or not at all.1

Act iv. Sc. 3.

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. Ibid.

1 Extreme remedies are very appropriate for extreme diseases. – HIPPOCRATES: Aphorism i.

Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and godlike reason
To fust in us unused.

Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 4.
Rightly to be great
Is not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
When honour's at the stake.

Ibid. So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

Sc. 5. We know what we are, but know not what we may

be.

Ibid. To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day, All in the morning betime.

Ibid. Then

up
he
rose,
and donn’d his clothes.

Ibid. Come, my coach! Good night, sweet ladies; good night.

Ibid. When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions.

Ibid. There's such divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can but peep to what it would.

Ibid. Nature is fine in love, and where 't is fine, It sends some precious instance of itself After the thing it loves.

Ibid. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; . . . and there is pansies, that's for thoughts.

Ibid. You must wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy; I would give you some violets, but they withered.

Ibid. His beard was as white as snow, All flaxen was his poll.

Ibid. A very riband in the cap of youth.

Sc. 7. That we would do, We should do when we would.

Ibid.

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