| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | William Shakespeare. (15641616) (continued) |
| | | 1615 | | Pluck out the heart of my mystery. |
| Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| 1616 | | Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? |
| Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| 1617 | Ham. Do you see yonder cloud that s almost in shape of a camel? Pol. By the mass, and t is like a camel, indeed. Ham. Methinks it is like a weasel. Pol. It is backed like a weasel. Ham. Or like a whale? Pol. Very like a whale. |
| Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| 1618 | | They fool me to the top of my bent. |
| Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| 1619 | | By and by is easily said. |
| Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| 1620 | T is now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. |
| Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| 1621 | | I will speak daggers to her, but use none. |
| Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| 1622 | O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon t, A brothers murder. |
| Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| 1623 | Like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. |
| Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| 1624 | T is not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature. |
| Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| 1625 | O limed soul, that, struggling to be free, Art more engagd! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe! |
| Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| 1626 | | With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May. |
| Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| 1627 | About some act That has no relish of salvation in t. |
| Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
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