A little more than kin and less than kind.

Scene 2.

Act 1.

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

Ibid.

Hyperion to a satyr.

Ibid.

Frailty thy name is woman !
A little month ; or ere those shoes were old,
With which she follow'd my poor father's body
Like Niobe, all tears.

Ibid.

B

Hamlet. Methinks, I see my father.
HORATIO. Where, my lord ?
HAMIET. In my

mind's

eye,

Horatio. Horario. I săw 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.

Scene 2.

Act 1.

A countenance more
In sorrow than in anger.

Ibid.

The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
If she unmask her beauty to the moon.

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, Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel : but, being in, Bear it that the opposer may beware of thee. Give

every man thine ear, but few thy voice ; 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 :
For the apparel oft proclaims the man :
And they in France, of the best rank and station,
Are most select and generous, chief in that.
Neither a borrower, nor a lender be ;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend;
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all,—To thine own-self be true ;
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou can’st not then be false to any man.

Act 1.

Scene 3.

It is a custom
More honour'd in the breach, than the observance,

Act 1.

Scene 4.

Angels and ministers of grace defend us !

Ibid.

Thou com’st in such a questionable shape,
That I will speak to thee.

Ibid.

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

Ibid.

a

I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ;
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ;
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful porcupine.

Act 1.

Scene 5.

Sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head. Ibid.

The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.

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 11.

Scen

2.

That he is mad, 't is true : 'tis true, 'tis pity ;
And pity 'tis, 'tis true.

Ibid.

Still harping on my daughter.

Ibid.

* In some copies of the afternoon.

V Though this be madness, yet there is method in it.

Act 11.

Scene 2.

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.*

Ibid.

Give us a taste of your quality.

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.