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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued)
Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws
To cast thee up again. What may this mean,
That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel
Revisit’st thus the glimpses of the moon,
Making night hideous, 1 and we fools of nature
So horridly to shake our disposition
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
          Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.
    I do not set my life at a pin’s fee.
          Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.
    My fate cries out,
And makes each petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Nemean lion’s nerve.
          Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.
    Unhand me, gentlemen.
By heaven, I ’ll make a ghost of him that lets me!
          Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.
    Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
          Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.
    I am thy father’s spirit,
Doom’d for a certain term to walk the night,
And for the day confin’d to fast in fires, 2
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purg’d away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
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 an end,
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine: 3
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!
          Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
    And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
That roots itself 4 in ease on Lethe wharf.
          Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
Note 1.
And makes night hideous.—Alexander Pope: The Dunciad, book iii. line 166. [back]
Note 2.
”To lasting fires” in Singer. [back]
Note 3.
”Porcupine” in Singer and Staunton. [back]
Note 4.
”Rots itself” in Staunton. [back]