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

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William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued)
    Unpack my heart with words,
And fall a-cursing, like a very drab.
          Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
    For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ. 1
          Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
    The devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape.
          Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
    Abuses me to damn me.
          Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
    The play ’s the thing
Wherein I ’ll catch the conscience of the king.
          Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
    With devotion’s visage
And pious action we do sugar o’er
The devil himself.
          Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.
    To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ’t is 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 them? To die: to sleep:
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to,—’t is 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 give us pause: there ’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
Note 1.
See Chaucer, Quotation 39. [back]