A little more than kin and less than kind. I have that within which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe. Hyperion to a satyr. Ibid. Ibid. Frailty thy name is woman! A little month; or ere those shoes were old, Like Niobe, all tears. B Ibid. HAMLET. Methinks, I see my father. HORATIO. Where, my lord? HAMLET In my mind's eye, Horatio. HORATIO. I saw him once, he was a goodly king. HAMLET He was a man, take him for all in all, "I shall not look upon his like again. A countenance more Act 1. Scene 2. In sorrow than in anger. The chariest maid is prodigal enough, If she unmask her beauty to the moon. Ibid. Act 1. Scene 3. The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, And you are staid for: There, my blessing with you, And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Bear it that the opposer may beware of thee. Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. ✓Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, V But not express'd in fancy; rich not gaudy: And they in France, of the best rank and station, For loan oft loses both itself and friend; I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Thy knotted and combined locks to part, With all my imperfections on my head. Ibid. The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, Ibid. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Ibid. Brevity is the soul of wit. Act II. Scene 2. That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true, 'tis pity; And pity 'tis, 'tis true. Still harping on my daughter. Ibid. Ibid. * In some copies of the afternoon. Though this be madness, yet there is method in it. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty!—in form, and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me, no, nor woman neither; though, by your smiling, you seem to say so.* Give us a taste of your quality. Ibid. Ibid. They are the abstract, and brief chronicles of the time. Ibid. Use every man after his desert, and Who shall 'scape whipping! Ibid. What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba? Ibid. Murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. Ibid. The devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape. Ibid. * This well-known quotation in some copies differs slightly from the above. |