"O that this too too sullied flesh would melt/ Thaw and resolve itself into a dew."

"Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister,/And keep you in the rear of your affection/ Out of the shot and danger of desire."

"Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,/Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of

steel,"

"And we beseech you, bend you to remain / Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye, / Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son."

"This above all: to thine ownself be true."

"Something is rotten in the state of Denmark."

"Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder."

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,/ Than are dreamt of in your

philosophy."

"The time is out of joint. O cursed spite,/ That ever I was born to set it right."