John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued) |
| His canon ’gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! |
| Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 1489 |
| That it should come to this! |
| Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 1490 |
| Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. |
| Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 1491 |
| Why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on. |
| Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 1492 |
| Frailty, thy name is woman! |
| Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 1493 |
| A little month. |
| Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 1494 |
| Like Niobe, all tears. |
| Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 1495 |
| A beast, that wants discourse of reason. |
| Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 1496 |
| My father’s brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules. |
| Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 1497 |
| It is not nor it cannot come to good. |
| Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 1498 |
| Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day. |
| Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 1499 |
| In my mind’s eye, Horatio. |
| Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 1500 |
| He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. |
| Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 1501 |
| Season your admiration for a while. |
| Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 1502 |
| In the dead vast and middle of the night. |
| Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 1503 |
| Arm’d at point exactly, cap-a-pe. 1 |
| Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 1504 |
| A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. |
| Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| Note 1. ”Armed at all points” in Singer and White. [back] |