Imagery Quotes in Hamlet

Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come.

Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?

To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander till he find it stopping a bung-hole?

’Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes / Between the pass and fell incensed points / Of mighty opposites.

Most like. It harrows me with fear and wonder.

For this relief much thanks. ’Tis bitter cold, / And I am sick at heart.

But, soft, behold! Lo, where it comes again!

The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, / Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat / Awake the god of day;

A figure like your father, / Armed at point exactly, cap-à-pie, / Appears before them, and with solemn march / Goes slow and stately by them

A little month, or ere those shoes were old / With which she followed my poor father’s body / Like Niobe, all tears.—