"Something is rotten in the state of Denmark."

"If music be the food of love, play on."

"O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. . . .She is the fairies' midwife, and she comesIn shape no bigger than an agate stoneOn the forefinger of an alderman,Drawn with a team of little atomiAthwart men's noses as they lie asleep."

"There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'stBut in his motion like an angel sings,Still quiring [making music] to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls,But whilst this muddy vesture of decayDoth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it."

"And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse."

"Thy wish was father to that thought."

"There is more things in heaven and earth...than are dreamt of by your philosophy."

"I was adored once too."

"Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of DenmarkIs by a forged process of my deathRankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,The serpent that did sting thy father's lifeNow wears his crown."

"Thou art a votary to fond desire."

"ROSENCRANTZ My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king.HAMLET The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thing -GUILDENSTERN A thing my lord?HAMLET Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after!"

"Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will."

"My story being done,She gave me for my pains a world of sighs:She swore,""in faith, twas strange, 'twas passing strange;'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful:She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'dThat heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me,And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her,I should but teach him how to tell my story.And that would woo her."

"She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me."

"Tis but a base ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar."

"The summer's flower is to the summer sweetThough to itself it only live and die."

"I do desire we may be better strangers."

"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?"

"O, how this spring of love resemblethThe uncertain glory of an April day,Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,And by and by a cloud takes all away!"

"O war! thou son of Hell!"

"When he shall die,Take him and cut him out in little stars,And he will make the face of heaven so fineThat all the world will be in love with nightAnd pay no worship to the garish sun."

"Parting is such sweet sorrow."

"Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,And where care lodges, sleep will never lie."

"Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see."

"How use doth breed a habit in a man!"

"What are you doing sister? / Killing swine."

"Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems."

"Love me or hate me, both are in my favour. If you love me, I'll always be in your heart... If you hate me, I'll always be in your mind."

"There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,Doing more murder in this loathsome world,Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell."

"Such wanton, wild, and usual slips/ As are companions noted and most known/ To youth and liberty."

"Summer's lease hath all too short a date."

"Though with their high wrongs I am struck to th' quick,Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my furyDo I take part."

"Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes."

"LXXVSo are you to my thoughts as food to life,Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;And for the peace of you I hold such strifeAs 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.Now proud as an enjoyer, and anonDoubting the filching age will steal his treasure;Now counting best to be with you alone,Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure:Sometime all full with feasting on your sight,And by and by clean starved for a look;Possessing or pursuing no delightSave what is had, or must from you be took. Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day, Or gluttoning on all, or all away."

"Alack, there lies more peril in thine eyeThan twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,And I am proof against their enmity."

"What's done cannot be undone."

"Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear."

"To take arms against a sea of troubles."

"Forbear to judge for we are sinners all."

"So many horrid Ghosts."

"I will praise any man that will praise me."

"For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently."

"Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee."

"Now I am past all comforts here but prayer."

"There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face."

"I charge thee, fling away ambition. By that sin fell the angels."

"Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any honesty in him."

"Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change."

"Let us not burthen our remembrance withA heaviness that's gone."

"Don Pedro - (...)'In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.'Benedick - The savage bull may, but if ever the sensible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's horns and set them in my forehead, and let me be vildly painted; and in such great letters as they writes, 'Here is good horse for hire', let them signify under my sign, 'Here you may see Benedick the married man."