Quotes on Hamlet Ophelia

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.

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.

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.