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

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William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued)
    Pluck out the heart of my mystery.
          Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
    Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?
          Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
    Ham. Do you see yonder cloud that ’s almost in shape of a camel?
Pol. By the mass, and ’t is like a camel, indeed.
Ham. Methinks it is like a weasel.
Pol. It is backed like a weasel.
Ham. Or like a whale?
Pol. Very like a whale.
          Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
    They fool me to the top of my bent.
          Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
    By and by is easily said.
          Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
    ’T is now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
          Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
    I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
          Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
    O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven;
It hath the primal eldest curse upon ’t,
A brother’s murder.
          Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.
    Like a man to double business bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
And both neglect.
          Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.
    ’T is not so above;
There is no shuffling, there the action lies
In his true nature.
          Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.
    O limed soul, that, struggling to be free,
Art more engag’d! Help, angels! Make assay!
Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel,
Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!
          Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.
    With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May.
          Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.
    About some act
That has no relish of salvation in ’t.
          Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.