William Shakespeare - Hamlet

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There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.

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Hamlet: Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel? Polonius: By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. Hamlet: Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius: It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet: Or like a whale? Polonius: Very like a whale.

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He took my father grossly, full of bread,
With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;
And how his audit stands who knows save heaven?

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But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?

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Find out the cause of this effect,
Or rather say, the cause of this defect,
For this effect defective comes by cause.

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Let four captains
Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage;
For he was likely, had he been put on,
To have proved most royally.

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

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That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true 'tis pity; And pity 'tis 'tis true.

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O proud death!
What feast is toward in thine eternal cell?

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I am but mad north-northwest: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.

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O, speak to me no more; these words like daggers enter my ears.
A fancy way of saying SHUT UP!

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I am thy father's spirit;
Doomed for a certain term to walk the night.

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But I have that within which passeth show;
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

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There's fennel for you, and columbines; there's rue for you; and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o' Sundays. O! you must wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy; I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died. They say he made a good end,— For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.

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Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought.

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I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid, And not have strew'd thy grave.

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No; let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning.

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To hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.

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Hamlet: For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god kissing carrion, — Have you a daughter? Polonius: I have, my lord. Hamlet: Let her not walk i' the sun.

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There is something in this more than natural, if philosophy could find it out.

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Refrain tonight,
And that shall lend a kind of easiness
To the next abstinence; the next more easy.

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But to my mind,—though I am native here,
And to the manner born,—it is a custom
More honoured in the breach than the observance.

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Marry, this is miching mallecho; it means mischief.

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Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
The extravagant and erring spirit hies
To his confine.

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Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
I took thee for thy better.

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The curse of marriage
That we can call these delicate creatures ours
And not their appetites!

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Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven,
Whiles, like a puffed and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
And recks not his own rede.

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O! my offense is rank, it smells to heaven;
It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't;
A brother's murder!

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How all occasions do inform against me,
And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,
If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.
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 unus'd.

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I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod.

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