Quotes on Hamlet And Ophelia

You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.

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

What if this cursed hand_x000D_ _x000D_ Were thicker than itself with brother's blood_x000D_ _x000D_ Is there not rain enough in the sweet heaves_x000D_ _x000D_ To wash it white as snow?

The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!

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

With devotion's visage and pious action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.

Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

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

How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?

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

The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.

It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.