Who said it? Hamlet

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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
The cess of majesty dies not alone, but like a gulf doth draw what's near it with it
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark
Neither a borrower nor a lender be
There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will
...the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is to hold as 'twere the mirror up to nature
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day
That he's mad, 'tis true; 'tis true 'tis pity, and pity 'tis 'tis true
I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant. It out-Herods Herod
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions
More matter, with less art
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature
There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
Brevity is the soul of wit
Good night, sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
The glass of fashion and the mold of form, th' observed of all observers...
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
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance...And there is pansies; that's for thoughts
O, that this too too sullied flesh would melt...
What a piece of work is a man!
The lady doth protest too much, methinks
To be, or not to be, that is the question
'A was a man. Take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again
Frailty, thy name is woman!
'Tis now the very witching time of night
Murder most foul, as in the best it is...
...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
'tis brief, my lord/as woman's love (Two People)
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.
For 'tis the sport to have the enginer hoist with his own petard.
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
Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't
To die, to sleep; to sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub
The play's the thing wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.
O, my prophetic soul!
This above all: to thine own self be true
How all occasions do inform against me and spur my dull revenge!
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy
A little more than kin, and less than kind
Words, words, words
The time is out of joint. O cursed spite that ever I was born to set it right!
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
A hit, a very palpable hit.

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