Hyperbole Quotes in Hamlet

Doubt thou the stars are fire, / Doubt that the sun doth move, / Doubt truth to be a liar, / But never doubt I love.

’Tis now the very witching time of night, / When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out / Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, / And do such bitter business as the day / Would quake to look on.

If it assume my noble father’s person, / I’ll speak to it, though hell itself should gape / And bid me hold my peace.

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, / Thy knotted and combined locks to part, / And each particular hair to stand on end / Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.

Ay sir, to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.

To hell, allegiance! Vows, to the blackest devil! Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit! I dare damnation.

I lov’d Ophelia; forty thousand brothers / Could not, with all their quantity of love, / Make up my sum.

O God! A beast that wants discourse of reason / Would have mourn’d longer,—married with mine uncle, / My father’s brother; but no more like my father / Than I to Hercules.

The chariest maid is prodigal enough / If she unmask her beauty to the moon.

He rais'd a sigh so piteous and profound / As it did seem to shatter all his bulk / And end his being.