Hamlet ophelia Quotes by William Shakespeare

Pray, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts.

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You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.

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And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

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Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!

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What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven?

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“O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!”

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I do not set my life at a pin's fee, And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a…

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But to my mind, though I am native here, And to the manner born, it is a custom, More honored in the…

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There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.

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Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

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Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love.

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Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.

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To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil! Conscience, and grace, to the profoundest pit! I dare damnation: To this point I…

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If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow,…

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There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. There's fennel for you, and columbines:…

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Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee.

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I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.

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Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.

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That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.

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O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that…

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