Shakespeare - Pieces of Hamlet
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! Oh God! O
God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
O God! A beast that wants discourse of
reason,
Would have mourned longer,--married to mine
uncle,
My father's brother; but no more like my
father
Than I to Hercules: within a month;
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous eyes,
Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
She married:--O, most wicked speed, to post
With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
It is not, nor it cannot come to good;
But break, my heart,--for I must hold my tongue!
-Act I, scene II
Oh God, I could be bounded in a nut-
shell, and count myself a king of infinite
space,
were it not that I have bad dreams.
-Act II, scene II
To be, or not to be,--that is the
question:--
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end the?--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 wish'd. To die,--to sleep;--
To sleep! perchance to dream:--ay, there's the
rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may
come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must five us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
-Act III, scene I
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
-Act III, scene IV
while, to my shame I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
That, for a fantasy and trick of fame,
go to their graves like beds;
-Act IV, scene IV
So full of artless jealousy is guilt
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
-Act IV, scene V
is't possible a young maid's wits
Should be as mortal as an old man's life?
-Act IV, scene V
