John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued) |
| 1628 |
| My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go. |
| Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| 1629 |
| Dead, for a ducat, dead! |
| Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| 1630 |
| And let me wring your heart; for so I shall, If it be made of penetrable stuff. |
| Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| 1631 |
| Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty. |
| Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| 1632 |
| False as dicers’ oaths. |
| Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| 1633 |
| A rhapsody of words. |
| Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| 1634 |
| What act That roars so loud, and thunders in the index? |
| Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| 1635 |
| Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow: Hyperion’s curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill,— A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man. |
| Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| 1636 |
| At your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it ’s humble. |
| Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| 1637 |
| O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron’s bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will. |
| Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| 1638 |
| A cutpurse of the empire and the rule, That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, And put it in his pocket! |
| Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. |