Who said it? Hamlet

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This above all: to thine own self be true
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
The glass of fashion and the mold of form, th' observed of all observers...
Good night, sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy
Brevity is the soul of wit
...the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is to hold as 'twere the mirror up to nature
O, my prophetic soul!
There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so
To die, to sleep; to sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub
Not a whit, we defy augury. there is special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it wil
I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant. It out-Herods Herod
More matter, with less art
Words, words, words
The play's the thing wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.
Rightly to be great is not to stir without great argument, but greatly to find quarrel in a straw when honor's at the stake
Neither a borrower nor a lender be
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions
The time is out of joint. O cursed spite that ever I was born to set it right!
A hit, a very palpable hit.
Frailty, thy name is woman!
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark
How all occasions do inform against me and spur my dull revenge!
The lady doth protest too much, methinks
To be, or not to be, that is the question
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance...And there is pansies; that's for thoughts
Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't
That he's mad, 'tis true; 'tis true 'tis pity, and pity 'tis 'tis true
There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will
'tis brief, my lord/as woman's love (Two People)
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?
What a piece of work is a man!
For 'tis the sport to have the enginer hoist with his own petard.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageious fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them
Get thee to a nunnery
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day
...for 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
A little more than kin, and less than kind
The cess of majesty dies not alone, but like a gulf doth draw what's near it with it
'A was a man. Take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again
O, that this too too sullied flesh would melt...
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
'Tis now the very witching time of night
Murder most foul, as in the best it is...

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