“Do not forget. This visitation / Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.Act III, Scene 4 · ★★★★★→
“Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service,—two dishes, but to one table. That's the end.Act IV, Scene 3 · Hamlet · ★★★★★→
“When sorrows come, they come not single spies, / But in battalions.Act IV, Scene 5 · Claudius · ★★★★★→
“If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, / Absent thee from felicity awhile, / And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, / To tell my story.Act V, Scene 2 · Hamlet · ★★★★★→
“There’s a divinity that shapes our ends, / Rough-hew them how we will.Act V, Scene 2 · Hamlet · ★★★★★→
“How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable / Seem to me all the uses of this world! / Fie on’t! Oh fie! ’tis an unweeded garden / That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature / Possess it merely.Act I, Scene 2 · Hamlet · ★★★★☆→
“My father’s spirit in arms! All is not well; / I doubt some foul play: would the night were come! / Till then sit still, my soul: foul deeds will rise, / Though all the earth o’erwhelm them, to men’s eyes.Act I, Scene 2 · Hamlet · ★★★★☆→
“Do not forget. This visitation / Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.Act III, Scene 4 · ★★★★★→
“Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service,—two dishes, but to one table. That's the end.Act IV, Scene 3 · Hamlet · ★★★★★→
“When sorrows come, they come not single spies, / But in battalions.Act IV, Scene 5 · Claudius · ★★★★★→
“If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, / Absent thee from felicity awhile, / And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, / To tell my story.Act V, Scene 2 · Hamlet · ★★★★★→
“There’s a divinity that shapes our ends, / Rough-hew them how we will.Act V, Scene 2 · Hamlet · ★★★★★→
“How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable / Seem to me all the uses of this world! / Fie on’t! Oh fie! ’tis an unweeded garden / That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature / Possess it merely.Act I, Scene 2 · Hamlet · ★★★★☆→
“My father’s spirit in arms! All is not well; / I doubt some foul play: would the night were come! / Till then sit still, my soul: foul deeds will rise, / Though all the earth o’erwhelm them, to men’s eyes.Act I, Scene 2 · Hamlet · ★★★★☆→
