Denmark In Hamlet Quotes

I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.

Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.

For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.

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.

Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee.

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

Angels and ministers of grace defend us.

By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.