Denmark In Hamlet Quotations

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

To take arms against a sea of troubles.

For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.

Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.

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

Angels and ministers of grace defend us.

I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

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

Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee.

By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.