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You speak like a green girl / unsifted in such perilous circumstances.
Sep 17, 2025
A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.
Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love.
And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmasks her beauty to the moon.
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own read.
woah is me to have seen what i seen see what i see
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
More matter with less art.
Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house.
Be wary then; best safety lies in fear.
A man can smile and smile and be a villain.
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.
With devotion's visage and pious action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven?
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: — there 's rue for you; and here's some for me: — we may call it, herb of grace o'Sundays: — you may wear your rue with a difference. — There's a daisy: — I would give you some violets; but they withered all, when my father died: — They say, he made a good end.
Pray, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts.
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.
How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
From this time forth My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.
The native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; and enterprises of great pitch and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—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
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is slicked o'er with the pale cast of thought
'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.
Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
To be, or not to be; that is the bare bodkin That makes calamity of so long life.
O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that I have bad dreams.
The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
Whether 'tis 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 heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.
To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis 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 Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub.
To take arms against a sea of troubles.
This above all; to thine own self be true.
To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.