“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 as some ungracious pastors do, / Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; / Whilst like a puff’d and reckless libertine / Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, / And recks not his own rede.Act I, Scene 3 · Ophelia · ★★★★☆→
“Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, / Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel;Act I, Scene 3 · Polonius · ★★★★☆→
“For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour, / Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood; / A violet in the youth of primy nature, / Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting; / The perfume and suppliance of a minute; / No more.Act I, Scene 3 · Laertes · ★★★★☆→
“The dram of evil / Doth all the noble substance of a doubt / To his own scandal.Act I, Scene 4 · Hamlet · ★★★★☆→
“I am thy father’s spirit, / Doom’d for a certain term to walk the night, / And for the day confin’d to fast in fires, / Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature / Are burnt and purg’d away.Act I, Scene 5 · ★★★★☆→
“Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, / Unhous’led, disappointed, unanel’d; / No reckoning made, but sent to my account / With all my imperfections on my head.Act I, Scene 5 · ★★★★☆→
