Hamlet 2 Quotes - Page 2

• For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.

  William Shakespeare

  Death, Dream, Sleep

  'Hamlet' (1601) act 3, sc. 1, l. 56

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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?

  William Shakespeare

  Life, Death, Country

  'Hamlet' (1601) act 3, sc. 1, l. 56

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• And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

  William Shakespeare

  Good Night, Goodnight, Angel

  'Hamlet' (1601) act 5, sc. 2, l. [373]

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• [S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

  William Shakespeare

  Soul, Important Hamlet, Polonius

  William Shakespeare, Roma Gill (2002). “Hamlet”, p.44, Oxford University Press, USA

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• To die: - to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.

  William Shakespeare

  Death, Sleep, Heart

  'Hamlet' (1601) act 3, sc. 1, l. 56

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• The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!

  William Shakespeare

  Time, Hamlet And Ophelia, Joints

  1600-1 Hamlet. Hamlet, act1, sc.5, l.189-90.

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• 'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.

  William Shakespeare

  Death, Patience, Hamlet And Ophelia

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• To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come.

  William Shakespeare

  Death, Dream, Halloween

  'Hamlet' (1601) act 3, sc. 1, l. 56

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• When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.

  William Shakespeare

  Sympathy, Sadness, Sad Life

  'Hamlet' (1601) act 4, sc. 5, l. [78]

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• Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

  William Shakespeare

  Language Words, Heaven, Hamlet And Ophelia

  'Hamlet' (1601) act 3, sc. 3, l. 97

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• I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.

  William Shakespeare

  Brother, Hamlet And Ophelia, Tempest

  'Hamlet' (1601) act 5, sc. 1, l. [291]

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• This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. 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?

  William Shakespeare

  Moving, Angel, Men

  'Hamlet' (1601) act 2, sc. 2, l. [316]

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• O, that this too too solid flesh would melt Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, (135) Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: (140) So excellent a king; that was, to this.

  William Shakespeare

  Kings, Garden, Two

  'Hamlet' (1601) act 1, sc. 2, l. 129

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• Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks

  William Shakespeare

  Poverty, Thanks, Poor

  William Shakespeare (1847). “Family Shakespeare”, p.856

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• It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

  William Shakespeare

  Heart, Hamlet And Ophelia, Tongue

  'Hamlet' (1601) act 1, sc. 2, l. 158

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• The native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; and enterprises of great pitch and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.

  William Shakespeare

  Names, Hue, Hamlet And Ophelia

  'Hamlet' (1601) act 3, sc. 1, l. 56

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• The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.

  William Shakespeare

  Memorable, Power, Devil

  William Shakespeare (2001). “Hamlet”, p.199, Classic Books Company

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• O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!

  William Shakespeare

  God, Despair, Use

  'Hamlet' (1601) act 1, sc. 2, l. 129

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• For to define true madness,
  What is't but to be nothing else but mad?

  William Shakespeare

  Truth, Mad, Madness

  'Hamlet' (1601) act 2, sc. 2, l. 93

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• So loving to my mother,
  That he might not beteem the winds of heaven,
  Visit her face' too roughly.

  William Shakespeare

  Mother, Love You, Wind

  'Hamlet' (1601) act 1, sc. 2, l. 129

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• I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth,
  forgone all custom of exercise.

  William Shakespeare

  Exercise, Mirth, Melancholy

  William Shakespeare, Alan Durband (1987). “Hamlet”, p.116, Nelson Thornes

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• To be, or not to be; that is the bare bodkin That makes calamity of so long life.

  Mark Twain

  Long, Hamlet And Ophelia, Speech

  1884 The Duke's version of Hamlet's soliloquy, combining elements of other speeches by Hamlet and pieces of Macbeth. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, ch.21.

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• I will be brief. Your noble son is mad.

  William Shakespeare

  Son, Mad, Noble

  William Shakespeare (1833). “The plays and poems of William Shakspeare”, p.840

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• 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 porpentine. But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O list!

  William Shakespeare

  Stars, Fear, Eye

  'Hamlet' (1601) act 1, sc. 5, l. 13

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• Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

  William Shakespeare

  Faith, Memorable, Denmark In Hamlet

  'Hamlet' (1601) act 3, sc. 1, l. 100

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