In the gross and scope of my opinion, this bodes some strange eruption to our state.
The morn in russet mantle clad walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.
Weigh what loss your honour may sustain if your chaste treasure open to his unmastered importunity.
I shall the effect of this good lesson keep as watchman to my heart.
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres. But this eternal blazon must not be to ears of flesh and blood.
Nor th'exterior nor the inward man resembles that it was.
More matter with less art.
I prescripts gave her that she should lock herself from his resort, admit no messengers, receive no tokens.
Hath there been such a time — I would fain know that — that I have positively said 'tis so when it proved otherwise?
There is a kind of confession in your looks, which your modesties have not craft enough to colour.
Thy face is valanced since I saw thee last!
About, my brains!
'Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished.
My lord, I have remembrances of yours that I have longèd long to redeliver. I pray you now receive them.
Haply the seas and countries different with variable objects shall expel this something-settled matter in his heart.
Let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them.
Thou hast been as one in suffering all that suffers nothing—a man that Fortune's buffets and rewards hast ta'en with equal thanks. And blest are those whose blood and judgement are so well co-meddled.
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper sprinkle cool patience.
This is the very coinage of your brain. This bodiless creation ecstasy is very cunning in.
O that this too too solid flesh would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew.
O my prophetic soul!
The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch but we will ship him hence.
With all my love I do commend me to you, and what so poor a man as Hamlet is may do t'express his love and friending to you God willing shall not lack.